Chapter 294： Twenty Years of Anatomy (1/2)

Xiao Xu felt that at that moment, his heart cracked, and it was not cold wind but warm light that poured in.

He suddenly found that he had sought something for nearly two decades, but found it in her.

He thought he was too far from warmth.

But I don't want to, in this little guy, I saw the warmth and warmth I have never experienced.

”Little guy, if you don't want me to go, then wake up quickly!” Xiao Xu clenched her hand, suppressing the bitterness and worry in her throat.

If God tortured him for so many years and finally let him go, don't take her away!

Come already, he won't let her leave!

As if feeling the familiar atmosphere around him, Chu Qingyan slowly stopped sobbing and fell into a coma.

The body's high fever still persists.

An hour later, Cheng Yanluo came in to check and found that the high fever did not return, but there was a tendency to warm up, and she immediately changed the deputy medicine, and instructed Xiao Xu to feed her.

Xiao Xu shook the pale little hand and answered.

Before leaving, Cheng Yanluo looked at Xiao Xu's bland eyes, and began to grieve. He couldn't help lamenting. This is also a hard-working man. Forget it, before he complained about him, write it off. After all, But it is an indirect factor. If you really want to blame, you can only blame fate and fate.

She turned to leave, but saw a person watching her in the moonlight.

Cheng Yanluo pretended not to see him, ready to pass him by.

”Smoke, sorry.” Ethereal lowered his head.

Cheng Yanluo closed her eyes and apologized. She waited for six years, but it was too late.

Because of the heart, already tired.

How to let a sore heart wait for a love relationship that has not blossomed in the past?

She didn't stop, forcing herself step by step without turning back.

Murong Ye, if I could choose, I would rather not meet you.

The cold wind blew across the area, and Ethereal clenched his hands, trying to stop her, but knew in his heart.

For his hatred, Xiaoyan has engraved her heart, no matter what she says, she will not forgive herself.

But hate, fortunately, if there is no hate, then it is the most desperate.

One night, who is happy and who is sad?

No one knows, who pays for the cold winter moon?