C63 (2/2)

”I won't allow you to die!” When she heard him mention the word ”die” again, she was interrupted by a loud shout. He lowered his head, his red eyes staring fiercely at Gentle Snow, ”Without my permission, even the King of Hell would not dare to take you away! It's so warm and cold. Don't forget, your father owes me so much and I need you to repay all of this. Don't be delusional and think that you can end it with your death.

Hearing Ihao's words, the tears welled up in the corners of Warmth's eyes again. Another pain came from his chest, making him frown in pain. ”If I die, can you let my father go? At that time, my father caused your mother's death, so his life in exchange for your life, what does he owe you, can't it be written off? ”I …”

Warmth wanted to continue speaking, but before she could finish, darkness had replaced her vision once more. She closed her eyes and fainted.

Seeing that Warmth had passed out, ripples suddenly appeared in Yimo's heart. At the same time, a thick layer of fear had also appeared on his body. He was afraid. He was really afraid that she would disappear just like that …

When Ming Hao saw that Yi Hao was hugging a warm body, he was confused. He quickly went up and reminded him, ”Young master, hurry up and bring that warm body to the ambulance and go to the hospital!”

After hearing what Ming Hao said, Yi Hao came to a realization and ran towards the ambulance with warmth in his arms.

However, the moment he picked her up, he noticed that she was extremely light. Body … His body was as light as a feather. When the wind blew, he would disappear.

Inexplicably, the fear in Ihao's heart soared …

Private hospital owned by Muda, Port Han:

In the long dark corridor, there was a sudden burst of anxious and chaotic footsteps.

With a grave expression, the doctor and nurse pushed the bed towards the operating room, followed by three tall figures.

Ihao watched darkly as the doctor warmed up. When he entered the operating room, the bright, glaring red light disturbed him greatly.

During the operation, Ihao sat on a bench in the corridor, his head full of warmth and blood that made his face look like a sheet of white paper.

The thought of the bullet that might have passed through his heart filled his handsome cheeks with melancholy and pain.

He was in pain because his heart, which he usually thought didn't care if she lived or died, was tightened by her injury. Even his heartbeat slowed down.

He seemed to have suddenly realized something. Ten years, ten whole years, he had never forgotten about her. Like her.

”Ming Hao, give me a cigarette!” After a long silence, Yi Hao said to Ming Hao.

When Ming Hao and Mo Zichao, who were leaning against their guns, heard this, they looked at Yi Hao in surprise.

”Young master, you won't …” Ming Hao asked in surprise.

However, when Yi Hao saw that he wasn't giving him any cigarettes, he suddenly shouted in rage, ”If I told you to give me a cigarette, then give me a cigarette. Where did all this nonsense come from?”