Xiao Ji saw that Su Hongxing was no longer crying and asked her to sit beside him: "Co, sit with for a while."
This would be the last ti, and he just wanted to take a good look at her and talk to her.
Even at this mont, he couldn’t bear to leave her.
So he was so greedy, and this was the best outco.
Su Hongxing saw that he was speaking clearly and fluently, as if there was nothing seriously wrong, and she felt a little more at ease.
She felt she should go find a neighbor to take Xiao Ji to the hospital. But she didn’t dare to leave him alone at ho, afraid sothing might happen...
While her mind was in turmoil, Xiao Ji said, "Go get the photos from the room and put them in the drawer."
Su Hongxing suddenly thought of a solution: "We’ll look at the photos later. I’ll take you to find a neighbor first. Once we have a car, I’ll take you to the hospital. When you’re better, I’ll look at the photos with you."
Xiao Ji looked at her and suddenly lost his temper: "You never listen to ..."
"Don’t get worked up, okay, I’ll go get the photos." Su Hongxing was afraid his emotions would cause him to pull on his wound, so she quickly ran into the house.
As soon as Su Hongxing left, Xiao Ji looked down at his injured area. He could feel he didn’t have much ti left. His alertness was probably just a final burst of energy.
Su Hongxing found the photos effortlessly, several thick albums. She felt a bit puzzled seeing them, wondering when Xiao Ji had taken so many photos.
As she took them out and flipped through them one by one in front of Xiao Ji, she found many photos were about her. Two albums were entirely her photos from childhood to adulthood, and two albums were from after she married Ye Qilan. Of course, the later photos were all taken secretly.
The tears she had managed to hold back started to fall again. Regardless of past connections or causes, she couldn’t respond to Xiao Ji’s feelings.
"The older you get, the uglier you beco. I still prefer your chubby look, you appear very blessed." Xiao Ji wanted to flip through the photos but found his hands lacking strength.
He felt he probably wouldn’t last until dawn.
"That’s why your taste is questionable." Seeing Xiao Ji no longer flipping through the photos, Su Hongxing decided to do it herself. As she went through them, she beca more alard: "Xiao Ji, you really are a bit perverted."
Watching the way he killed Zhou Luhe without blinking, she knew he was a cruel and ruthless man.
But as a child, she had always thought he was very good, very kind, and that it was her that turned him into what he was today.
After waiting a long ti without getting a response from Xiao Ji, she turned her eyes to him and found his gaze fixed on a group photo of them.
She understood and took out that group photo: "This was taken after I graduated from middle school with you. Look, how rustic we looked back then."
Xiao Ji laboriously took the photo, looking at his bright, clear smile and her bright, cheery smile. He couldn’t help but clutch it tightly.
He coughed twice, and a brackish sweetness rose to his throat, he couldn’t hold it in.
The blood he coughed up stained Su Hongxing’s lapel, with splatters on her face and lips.
She stared at him, her fragile and scared expression making his heart ache.
He grabbed her hand: "Xingxing, don’t be afraid, it’s nothing, I, I just..."
He coughed up more blood, and this ti, he didn’t even have the strength to support himself.
Su Hongxing hurriedly helped Xiao Ji, hoarse voice: "I’ll take you to the hospital, you’ll be fine..."
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