"I won’t let you die, I won’t let you die!"
"Xiao Mo! Xiao Mo... we’re going to the hospital... I’ll take you to the hospital now!" Fu Nancheng’s voice was trembling, filled with extre panic and unease.
Seeing the terror in his eyes, Qiao Mo managed to pull out a faint smile with so difficulty.
If... knowing that you might die in the next second,
when he holds her, she wouldn’t pull away.
If... she wouldn’t shake off the hand that held hers.
If... she would... take a better look at him... and listen carefully to his words.
But life doesn’t have so many "ifs." Who could have expected that the next mont would be a separation of life and death?
"Xiao Mo! You’ll be okay, I won’t let anything happen to you..." He lifted her up with trembling strength and quickly got into the car.
anwhile, Fifteen led people to chase towards the opposite building.
"You’ll be okay... you’ll be okay..." He pressed firmly on her wound with his hand, but the constant flow of blood couldn’t be stopped, leaking through his fingers as if it couldn’t be stopped no matter what.
Qiao Mo gently closed her eyes, feeling a bit cold.
In a haze, the world seed to quiet down, the sounds of traffic were gone, and pedestrians beca indistinct, like covered in a layer of white mist.
"Don’t sleep!"
"Without my permission, you are not allowed to die!"
"Open your eyes, I command you to open your eyes..."
The whole world seed to have only him shouting hoarsely, with bloodshot eyes, yelling in her ear.
But, she couldn’t hear what he was saying...
Qiao Mo struggled to open her eyes to look at him, vaguely seeing a tear fall from his eye, landing on her face with a burning warmth.
Maybe he... actually... cared a little about her.
Only her, and not the woman from his mories.
Otherwise, why would he cry...
She gently tugged at the corner of her mouth, whispering his na: "Fu... Fu Nancheng..."
"Xiao Mo, I’m taking you to the hospital! We will arrive at the hospital soon!" He tightly held her hand, his large hand colder than hers, like a corpse.
Qiao Mo looked at him blankly, her gaze sowhat blurred.
I... suddenly can’t bear to leave you.
Since when did I stop hating you?
Qiao Mo gently lowered her eyes, feeling increasingly numb.
Today is New Year’s Eve, this year turned everything upside down, she thought soon it would be a new beginning.
In the morning, while pasting the character for happiness, she was thinking, let this unlucky year end quickly, maybe in the new year, her luck would change.
But now, would she... not make it through this year?
She once thought she was very afraid of death.
But the mont she saw the gun barrel, she realized that, actually, she loved him more than she feared death...
"Qiao Mo! Wake up! Don’t sleep!"
"I command you to open your eyes!"
He roared hoarsely, trying to awaken her, but she showed no response.
"Qiao Mo... wake up... please look at again... just look at again..." His handso face pressed tightly against hers, trying to give her more warmth, sobbing as he spoke.
"Wake up... Xiao Mo... don’t sleep."
"I still owe you so much... I’ve just decided to repay it..."
Fu Nancheng’s eyes were moist, holding her tightly, tears falling from his eyes, rolling down his cheeks onto her face.
What he owed her was affection, was love.
Was her happiness.
But Xiao Mo... why...
Why have I just decided to spend my life repaying you, when I’ve just decided to spend my life loving you, and yet you won’t even give that chance...
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