His lips were warm, while her face was cold.

This chill made his heart full of panic, and his ink-stained eyes became deeper and deeper.

“Qiqi…”

He kissed her, kissing her in a delicate and circumspect manner.

He is afraid.

I'm afraid there will be no chance again from now on.

Meng Chen sighed weakly and speeded up the train.

He drove very steadily, and in such a situation, he could still maintain speed and balance.

But here is too far from the hospital, and no one can guarantee what will happen in the next second.

This kiss seems to last forever.

After a long time, Qiao Sinian took out an exquisite box from his shirt's close-fitting pocket.

Opened, inside is the sapphire-set diamond ring.

The flower shape of the blue aphrodisiac is beautiful and charming.

The light in the car is very dark, but despite this, it cannot cover up the dazzling beauty of the diamond ring.

Fine carvings and beautiful flowers.

Even this sapphire is a unique existence.

Qiao Sinian put the ring on Ye Jiaqi's ring finger.

Her skin is already fair and shiny, and this ring is as beautiful as it is customized for her.

Ye Jiaqi in his arms still showed no sign of waking up.

Qiao Sinian didn't know how he would live alone if she really couldn't wake up this time?

His deep and bottomless eyes were like a pool of spring water, causing waves.

It lasts for a long time.

The rising sun rose from the sky, and the rays of light penetrated the clouds.

The flowers, plants and trees on the roadside gradually awaken, and the morning fog flowers floated in the air.

A ray of light shone on Qiao Sinian's handsome side face—

The man's face was tired, haggard, and deep that others were not easily noticed.

He hugged Ye Jiaqi tightly and pressed her face against his chest.

Despite this, he felt the chill of her body.

In his half of his life, he was approaching death countless times, but this time, his heart was empty.

His gentle palm was pressed against her palm, his fingers were linked, but he was relatively speechless.

He remembered those twelve years—

Her favorite thing is to sit on the sofa in the living room, watch TV and eat snacks.

She never asked him for anything, let alone make trouble.

What I love most is to talk to him or wait for him to come back.

She waited for him for twelve years, from eight to twenty years old.

"Master Qiao, the TV series I watched is over. The heroine is dead, dead..." She whimpered.

"I lied to you to tears."

"Why is this happening, why is this happening? The male protagonist is dead." She still cried.

Knowing it is fake, I just love to cry.

He was helpless and wiped her tears with his fingers, warning: "Stop crying, um? It's just a TV series, what's the future?"

“So sad…”

She just didn't listen and continued to cry.

But she took the opportunity to throw herself into her arms and rubbed her tears on his clothes.

At that time, she was warm in his arms, and a faint fragrance radiated from his hair.

Like a kitten, curled up in his wide chest.

At that time, she had a uniform heartbeat and breathing, fresh and cheerful.

Rubbing around, sometimes hooking his neck.

Passionate, active, childish.

Instead... Ye Jiaqi, who was motionless in his arms now.

"Qiqi..." Qiao Sinian's voice was heartbroken.

He lowered his head and a strong and lingering kiss fell on her lips.

Meng Chen couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he didn't look over, his eyes fell in front of him, and tears flowed in his eyes.

If this time is separation, then it is separation from life and death.
Chapter completed!