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no, don’t go, don’t go, Santos-!
Suddenly, she let out a cry of despair and sat up on the bed. She opened her eyes, which were red and filled with tears.
However, when she looked at the White surroundings, the walls, the ceiling, the sheets, and the sll of the disinfectant, she was stunned.
An Xiaoyang seed to have thought of sothing. She quickly pulled out the needle from the back of her hand and rushed out without even putting on her shoes!
Where’s sang nuo?
She didn’t want anything to happen to sang nuo. The previous incidents were fake, right? the explosion was fake, right?
Those were all her dreams, they were all fake.
How could sothing have happened to sang nuo? how could he be in trouble?
An Xiaoyang rushed out of the corridor of the hospital. Her eyes were misty. She seed to want to go downstairs and leave this place, but when she was rushing to the corridor of the elevator, soone accidentally bumped into her. However, it was also at this mont that the scene of the explosion in her head surged up again.
After she fell to the ground, she didn’t get up imdiately. Instead, she clenched her hands tightly and recalled the scene. She bit her lip hard and finally lowered her head, crying in pain.
I don’t want to.
Yingluo, don’t be like this.
An Xiaoyang’s heart could not bear the great despair that enveloped her.
“Don’t whine.”
An Xiaoyang lowered her head and clenched her hands tightly. She tried to suppress her sobs, but in the end, she couldn’t help but burst out. She covered her face with both hands and burst into tears.
The desperate and sorrowful cries grew louder and louder, causing more and more people to gather around to watch.
Many people couldn’t bear to see her like this. They wanted to reach out and help her up, but they didn’t know if they should comfort her at this mont.
This was because many people who had experienced tragic things knew that when in pain, the more comfort others offered, the longer the grief would be extended, and the more one cried.
And at this mont.
At the door of a Ward in the distance.
a young master with a black hair parted on his head appeared at the door of the ward, holding a bag of dicine in his hand.
He opened the door and saw that there was no one inside. He panicked for a mont. Then, he saw a circle of people blocking the corridor in front of him and imdiately rushed over.
The more he rushed over, the clearer he could hear the faint sound of crying coming from inside.
It was a familiar cry.
“Make way, please make way.”
Jiang Yi tried his best to squeeze in.
When he saw the scene inside, his expression instantly beca particularly obscure and complicated.
And heartache.
An Xiaoyang was crying in despair, as if she had lost the love of her life forever.
Jiang Yi finally couldn’t stand it anymore. He took off his coat and draped it over an Xiaoyang’s petite back.
Xiaoyang, let’s not cry. Let’s not cry.
How should he tell her?
How was he going to explain all this?
An Xiaoyang acted as if she did not hear him. She was still imrsed in her great despair and grief.
Seeing her in so much pain, Jiang Yi seed to have realized how important that boy was to her.
Without him, it was as if she had lost her whole world.
Without him, she was no longer herself.
Jiang Yi thought of the injured man who had been sent in by the ambulance in a hurry. A complicated look flashed in his eyes. In the end, he could not help but tell her, ” Xiaoyang, Qianqian, don’t cry. He’s not dead.. I’ll take you to him,
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