Chapter 583 (1/2)

Once the most elegant, now only unruly.

Yan Zhengling was staring at him with tears running down.

Finally, because he could not restrain his grief, he reached out to block his mouth, so that he could not let his cry come out.

She accompanied him in the ward for nine hours, not eating or drinking, so quietly looking at him.

The doctor urged her many times, Yan Zhengling was disappointed to answer him: ”let me accompany him a little more.”

She had never heard of him in her life. He always wanted to tie her around. And she always had every reason to leave him.

If she was not so headstrong and willful, perhaps her brother would not have suffered such a disaster. Even if he can't avoid such a disaster, with her around him, at least he won't be as lonely as he is now.

The anesthetic effect gradually weakened, and warlord awoke slowly from his long sleep. Consciousness slowly gathered, dizzy, eyelids too heavy to support.

But the ear is to hear the low sobbing sound, that voice with restraint and forbearance, clearly in the heart of grief, but dare not cry.

Lord Zhan was distracted by this annoying cry. He was not dead. Would it be a little early to mourn.

”I'm sorry, brother. I'll never leave you again.” Yan Zhengling's voice, with the sheepishness and timidity, was ringing in his ears.

Zhan hanjue's dead and silent heart is like a dead tree in the cold winter when it suddenly meets the scorching sun like spring. All the ice and snow are melted, and all the decaying and dead withered water are poured into the spring, and a green land full of spring is born.

It is his Zheng Ling who has come back.

He was overjoyed and sentimental.

Why is it this time?

It's no wonder that she cried so hard to see him so depressed and haggard.

The doctor came in again and urged Yan Zhengling, ”madam, you have been here for nine hours. You have to drink and eat before you can have the energy to continue to accompany the president! ”

”Nine hours!” Yan Zhengling was surprised that time passed so quickly.

Perhaps the lucky number ”Nine” expelled her sadness. She suddenly gave a smile and said to the warlord, ”brother, I'll see you again tomorrow.”