Chatper 1237 (1/2)

He knew he had bled dry. Just now, he was completely relying on a burst of qi to hold on, but now it is confirmed that Ruan Zhuo will be fine for the time being, the accumulated qi has dissipated, and there is not much time left for him.

The warm blood continued to flow down, and Shen Sizhe's face became extremely pale. He knew that his life was passing by little by little, but there was a faint smile on his face.

Over the years, he has been longing to lie quietly with Ruan Zhuo'an for a while, although it may be the last time they spend together, but this feeling is really not bad.

Shen Sizhe turned his head and looked at Ruan Zhuo who was still in a coma, his heart was filled with a layer of sweetness.

He has never been a good person, with a personality of vengeance, cruelty, and scheming, but only for Ruan Zhuo who is lying next to him, he has given 100% of his thoughts.

He has always been regarded as worthless, only when he looks at Ruan Zhuo, there will be a warm light in his cold eyes.

It's a pity that I may never have such an opportunity in the future...

"Ahem!"

Shen Sizhe suddenly coughed twice, blood oozing from his mouth and nose.

He knew that his internal organs were injured, and every second remaining was a countdown to life.

But he, who has always been selfish, really, really doesn't want to be separated from this guy beside him.

What to do, he is reluctant to leave like this...

He, Shen Sizhe, was never afraid of death, but he was afraid of being separated from Ruan Zhuo in this way, and he was even more afraid that he would slowly dissipate in Ruan Zhuo's memory like a fluorescent light, and eventually return to dust.

Thinking of this, Shen Sizhe's eyes darkened, he tried his best to stretch out his right hand, and tightly grasped Ruan Zhuo's left hand.

He was really unwilling to die like this, so let him be greedy for one last time, hold Ruan Zhuo's hand and go on the road, at least his heart will be warm.

Shen Sizhe held Ruan Zhuo's left hand firmly, making Ruan Zhuo, who had gradually lost his strength, wake up slowly.

Ruan Zhuo opened his heavy eyelids wearily, his drowsy mind gradually became clear, and his pupils became as bright as stars.

Hearing the sound of explosions still coming from a distance, he asked lightly, "Is this the village that was bombed?"

"Yes." Shen Sizhe was very happy that Ruan Zhuo had woken up, but he had no strength left, and only managed to squeeze out these two words in his throat.

Ruan Zhuo, do you know that I still have a lot to say to you? However, these words may never have the opportunity to say again...

Hearing Shen Sizhe's voice, Ruan Zhuo remembered that he was carried by Shen Sizhe from the deck and jumped into the sea.

If not, the current him might have been beaten into a hornet's nest by the angry Jack.

However, although Shen Sizhe saved him, as long as he thought of what Shen Sizhe had done to him, he wished to strangle him half to death!

Anger swept through Ruan Zhuo's body, causing him to shake off Shen Sizhe's grasping hand, and then suddenly sat up from the driftwood, "Damn it! Why are you still here?!"

Shen Sizhe felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, but he should be happy to see Ruan Zhuo alive again before he died, shouldn't he?