Chapter 1187 Love of My Life

Huo Ci rushed forward and called anxiously: "Second brother."

"Leave me alone." Yan Yuanfei said with difficulty. His body was so twisted due to the stiffness of his muscles and bones, and he was in a strange posture. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the woman on the ground: "Look what happened to her."

Ling Sheng had already run over, and just when he was about to help Wen Ruoshui, Song Yiyan stepped forward directly, gave her a princess hug, and put her on the bed.

All over Yan Yuanfei, only one pair of eyes could move normally. Looking at the woman being held by Song Yiyan, he felt heartbroken and suffocated.

Why is she so thin and light? Even a weak girl can pick her up easily.

Song Yiyan checked Wen Ruoshui's pulse, looked at the nervous people gathered around her, and said in a deep voice: "It's nothing. I just felt depressed and passed out."

Yan Yuanfei felt that even breathing was painful, as if every time he took a breath, the air would turn into a sharp knife, piercing straight into his heart. He stared at the woman's pale and thin cheeks without blinking.

He never imagined that they would meet again in this life, and he never dared to expect to see her. He only hoped that she could live well!

After Song Yiyan finished reading to Wen Ruoshui, she helped Yan Yuanfei take her pulse. Her face was more solemn than ever before. She wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing.

"If you have any questions, just say it in front of me." Yan Yuanfei's voice was very soft, as if it was coming out of his body.

Song Yiyan looked at Huo Ci and the others and asked, she didn't dare to speak without permission. These big guys in front of her made her a little scared.

Rong Yin nodded and let her speak.

Song Yiyan calmed down, calmed down, looked at them seriously and said: "Second uncle's physical condition is already very serious. I can try to change his life, but it must be done within two days. His body may not be able to handle it.”

Originally, maybe we could wait for him to be recuperated and do it after he was in better health, and the success rate would be much higher. However, after that bastard, that bastard, had tormented his body, making his already weak and broken body even worse. .

With his current physical condition, he can no longer hold on. His life energy is disappearing little by little, and he will be dead in less than a week.

"Okay." Yan Yuanfei nodded and looked at Song Yiyan, with a gentle and reassuring look in his eyes: "Sorry to trouble you."

Song Yiyan always felt that she was a hard-hearted person and had seen too many separations between life and death, but now when she looked at the man in front of her, the tip of her nose felt a little sore and uncomfortable. She shook her head and her voice was a little hoarse: "It's not troublesome. "

"Miss Song." Yan Yuanfei glanced at the small and thin woman lying next to him out of the corner of his eye, and asked her: "Is there any way to allow me to resume my actions temporarily?"

He really wanted to, wanted to touch her, wanted to hug her, but with his broken body now, he couldn't even hope to take the least action.

Song Yiyan can still temporarily restore his mobility, but it won't last long. He can't make too hard movements or make big movements. There is no problem in moving his hands and feet in a small range.

Everyone exited the bedroom silently. Song Yiyan was the last one to go out. When she went out, she glanced at the couple on the bed, sighed deeply in her heart, and closed the door behind her.

Yan Yuanfei propped up his body and looked at the woman lying beside him quietly, with a gentle look in his eyes, affectionate and caring.

It had been a long time since he could look at her like this again.

How long has it been since he never had the chance to feel her warmth and breath around him?

Every time he woke up in pain, every time he dreamed back in the middle of the night, he was surrounded by emptiness, so empty that it made him feel as if he was unreal.

In the coma, she slept very unsteadily and unsteadily, her beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, she didn't know what she was dreaming about, and she sobbed softly in her dream.

His body gradually regained some consciousness, and he raised his arms with difficulty, moving towards her little by little. Looking at her face in front of him, his hands trembled and he tried several times, but he did not dare to touch her.

In the end, he was still no match for the deep longing in his heart. If possible, he really wanted to hold her in his arms, hold her tightly, and never let her go.

The skinny fingers came closer and finally touched her cheek. Her body stiffened for a moment, but her blood suddenly started to boil.

Wen Ruoshui woke up. She was already awake when he made a move. She didn't dare to open her eyes. This man was the love of her life!

She clearly knew that it was him who was wrong, and she clearly had many, many things she wanted to ask him, but when she saw his appearance with her own eyes, she became the one who had no courage.

The man's breathing was tight and shallow, as if he was afraid of waking her up, trying hard to control the pain and suffering he felt at the moment.

The man's big hands tried to get close to her and touch her several times, but stopped. When those big hands, as rough as dry tree bark, touched her skin, her heart began to throb. Trembling.

She didn't dare to think about how he had survived all these years, how he had become like this, how he had become so hard that she couldn't bear to scold him, blame him, or question him when she saw him!

She once thought that it was God who was unfair to her, but now she knew that it was not God who was unfair to her, but him!

Why did he think he was hiding it from her? He could announce his death to the whole world, but he shouldn't hide it from her!

The moment Yan Yuanfei's hand touched her, he clearly saw the woman's trembling eyelashes, knowing that she had woken up. His throat felt sour and uncomfortable, and a fishy and salty taste spread out, and his hand trembled.

He looked at her, his eyes were red, his heart was confused, and his voice was hoarse and broken as if it had been crushed by gravity: "I'm sorry."

He knew clearly that this sentence was too light, too light compared to the pain and torture she had suffered over the years, but he couldn't say anything else except this sentence.

Wen Ruoshui didn't open her eyes, so she let her deceive herself once. As long as she didn't open her eyes, as long as she didn't see him, she still didn't wake up. Only in dreams could she cry unscrupulously and vent the suppressed pain and despair in her heart.

Yan Yuanfei moved closer, swallowing the painful moan that was about to overflow from his throat. He clasped the back of her head with his skinny long arms and held her small body in his arms. His thin chin rested on the top of her head. A line of clear tears slid down his cheek, but he could no longer utter a word.