An Nanyin closed her eyes and turned her head away, unwilling to take another look at this bloody scene. The dazzling blood slowly flowed down from Wei Yimo's wound, and the smooth and clean forehead was already dyed red with blood. She opened her arms and leaned back.
When she landed, she didn't make a sound at all, like a light and fluttering paper man. Wei Yimo just fell into the sight of everyone calmly, and an innocent and innocent smile arose on the corner of her mouth, but it was more like a kind of promise. A curse that you, Fan Chengcheng, can only live in grief for the rest of your life...
He finally rushed over desperately, kneeling beside her like a prisoner, tears of regret welling up in his eyes, Wei Yimo raised his hand, wiped his hot tears with his fingertips, and suddenly smiled with relief, She looked very relaxed, as if she couldn't feel the pain on her forehead.
weiyimoFan Chengcheng... It turns out that you still have a heart, these tears... yes, how hypocritical... hiss...
She frowned and shook her heavy head slightly, feeling so uncomfortable and wanting to sleep... Tired...
Tired...
Slender white fingers ran through her hair, and Fan Chengcheng's arm wrapped around her shoulders.
After holding Wei Yimo in his arms, his chin gently leaned on her head, and the swirling tears could no longer be held back. A line of clear water marks ran down his cheeks, and the tears quickly invaded her hair.
He trembled, thousands of words stuck in his heart, he had a lot of things to say to her, but at this moment, what fell on his lips could only be those three words that had no weight.
fanchengchengYeah, I'm sorry...
Sorry, I didn't keep my promise three years ago;
Sorry, I haven't shown up once in three years;
I'm sorry. I still haven't protected you properly...
"Wei Yimo, I shouldn't have given you hope."
Fan Chengcheng hugged her tighter, but Wei Yimo smiled weakly when he heard his words. She broke free of his arm with difficulty and fell on the cold floor without warning, blood-stained, Wei Yimo was lying there in embarrassment.
weiyimoI'm sorry...? What are you sorry for...
weiyimoFan... Chengcheng... what's wrong with you...!
At this moment, she was heartbroken.
"Fan Chengcheng, what's wrong with you?"
"Don't always think of yourself as high in my heart."
"You did nothing wrong."
"It's my fault,
Turn your every word into faith,
I just believe you... "
"I'm sorry, these three words are even more chilling..."
"Wei Yimo... you're really an *..."
She laughed at herself and wanted to throw all the words that slipped through her heart to Fan Chengcheng, but she...
It seems like it's really going to... die...
Seeing that the situation was a little bad, An Nanyin didn't care about the media and the consequences, so she hurriedly passed through the crowd, ran down the steps, and squatted beside Wei Yimo, her hands clutching Wei Yimo's gradually cold fingers tightly.
An Nanyin looked at Wei Yimo, who was dying on the ground, and she was not angry. How could this person see that love is more stupid than him? She yelled at her unpleasantly:
annanyinWei Yimo, do you know that you are forcing him to do this...?
An Nanyin intentionally glanced at Fan Chengcheng next to him. He must be so heartbroken that he can't breathe now, right? Wei Yimo withdrew his hands and gasped for breath.
weiyimoI, I... didn't... push him... because I'm still, not qualified... I'm pushing myself...
