☆, Chapter 38 I tasted the world's suffering and loneliness alone, but I never met you again

"Chen Yan, I knew you still cared about me." A satisfied smile slowly spread across the woman's pale face.

"I will repay you," the man said, looking down at her, but the gloom in his eyes had faded considerably.

Tan Yueli looked at the man, her voice soft and slow.

"Chen Yan, I'm already very happy as long as you don't hate me."

"Over the years, I've always regretted leaving you; I've always missed you."

The woman's face was deathly pale, but her eyes and brows were full of smiles, as if she was already content just to see the man.

Her hand slowly reached towards the man's face, but Fu Chenyan took a step back, avoiding her touch, and left with the words, "Take good care of your injuries."

Danger struck unexpectedly.

The helicopter was shaking violently at high altitude.

"Mr. Fu, an unidentified object has struck our helicopter, causing it to lose control. We are forced to make an emergency landing. Please prepare accordingly."

"The plane is experiencing an emergency and will be evacuated immediately upon landing," the announcement came over the loudspeaker.

Fu Chenyan frowned, never expecting that Wen Ciyi, that madman, would actually attack the helicopter directly.

"Landing in one minute. Hold on tight for impact protection."

"Landing in one minute. Hold on tight for impact protection."

...

The broadcast kept reminding us.

"Chen Yan, be careful, don't worry about me." Tan Yueli slowly stood up, unsteady on her feet.

Thick smoke spread out. The helicopter spun continuously in the air.

Without hesitation, Fu Chenyan saw the nylon rope, casually put it on Tan Yueli, grabbed her, and jumped.

An explosion rang out, and sparks and smoke filled the air.

"Bang!" The gunshot rang out again.

"Mr. Fu, there's an ambush!" someone shouted.

"Cough, Chen Yan, don't worry about me, hurry up and go, Wen Ciyi is a madman." The smoke made it difficult to speak.

Fu Chenyan released the person, drew the gun from his waist, his face grim, and his voice cold and hard, "Be careful, everyone."

The enemy is in the dark, while we are in the light.

Outnumbered and outgunned, they gradually found themselves at a disadvantage.

"Chen Yan, watch out behind you!" Tan Yueli's voice rang out from behind.

Fu Chenyan turned around, skillfully dodging the bullets that were sneaking up from behind, and fired them one by one.

Wen Ciyi smiled at Tan Yueli and mouthed "Well done" in Chinese.

"Bang"

All that was heard was a loud bang and a woman's cry of "No!"

Fu Chenyan clutched his chest, blood flowing continuously, but he forced himself to continue firing.

The blood gradually spread, and the ground looked like poppies blooming.

Soon, two helicopters landed, and a large team arrived. The man at the head, Xiao Jue, said, "President Fu, our support is late."

In the blink of an eye, gunshots rang out, explosions erupted, and sparks flew everywhere.

Wen Ciyi's face darkened, and he shouted, "Retreat!"

He didn't expect that Fu Chenyan would contact the rescue team in advance.

I really underestimated his strength.

The helicopter slowly hovered in the air, heading towards the Sino-foreign joint hospital.

Everything returned to calm, and night fell over Weizhang. Under the moonlight, the secluded forest became even darker and more eerie.

The man, who had lost too much blood, lay quietly. His face was angular and his lips were thin and pursed. Even in his unconscious state, his powerful aura exuded an air of arrogance.

...

“Miss Li, that’s why Miss Tan volunteered to stay there and take care of President Fu.”

"The doctor said that Mr. Fu's injuries are not serious and did not affect any vital areas. Mr. Fu's endurance is extraordinary, and he should wake up soon. Miss Li, you don't need to worry too much."

Li Muli pursed her lips, her eyes growing increasingly dark. "Lin Yuan, take good care of him. I'll be there later."

If someone familiar with Li Muli saw her at this moment, they would surely notice a striking resemblance between her and Fu Chenyan.

She was a reflection of him.

"Okay, Miss Li, please be careful. I'll send someone to pick you up when we arrive."

"OK"

While in a coma, Fu Chenyan felt like he had entered a vicious cycle, an environment that was both unfamiliar and strangely familiar.

"Fu Chenyan, I'm back," a girl's voice rang in his ear, soft and gentle.

He tried desperately to grab it, but there was nothing there.

"Ayan, you're all I have left," the girl said in a pitiful and delicate voice.

He wanted to hug her and comfort her, to say, "Don't cry, be good, I'm here for you."

But when he reached out, the person disappeared again, along with the scent in the air, leaving only him.

"Ah Yan, I like you so much."

He wanted to say, "I like you too."

"Ayan..."

"Ayan..."

The girl seemed to be endlessly persistent in clinging to him, and when she sensed that he was getting a little impatient, she would obediently sit next to him.

The soft, delicate female voice, sometimes coquettish, sometimes aggrieved, tugged at his heartstrings, causing waves of pain.

The scene looped over and over again, but every time he reached out to touch it, nothing appeared.

Then he got smarter and sat quietly listening to the girl talk to him gently, sometimes acting coquettishly, and sometimes looking pitifully aggrieved.

Suddenly the scene changed, the female voice disappeared, leaving him sitting there alone.

He walked the world alone, knowing he was searching for her, yet not knowing who she was.

It seemed as if he were the only person in this vast world.

The cycle repeated itself, but she was never seen again.

He didn't know how many years had passed like this. It seemed that searching for her was his only mission in life, and his heart would occasionally ache terribly from missing her.

He gradually forgot what the girl was saying, but he remembered her calling him "A-Yan" over and over again.

Ah Yan, Ah Yan, Ah Yan.

But no one ever called him Ah Yan again.

I alone tasted the bitterness and loneliness of time, but never met you again.

"Ayan, wake up," the woman's voice rang in his ear again.

"Ah Yan, wake up soon, I miss you."

Fu Chenyan heard the familiar voice, but didn't dare to reach out and touch it, afraid that if he did, it would disappear again, just like a long, long, long time ago.

It disappeared and will never reappear.

"Ah Yan, I'm so sleepy, please get up and coax me to sleep, I want a hug."

The girl's voice was languid and soft as she coaxed the unconscious man.

Fu Chenyan strained to open his eyes. This time, he was determined to see the girl's face clearly, so that even if she disappeared again, he could still find her.

"Ah Yan, you're awake!" The girl's eyes and brows were full of smiles as she stepped forward and took his hand.

Fu Chenyan was stunned. Could he touch her this time?

He carefully took the girl's hand in his own, enveloping her small hand in his large palm and gently kneading it.

He was afraid of disturbing the girl.

Li Muli chuckled, her beautiful eyes half-closed as she gently leaned down to hug the man, as if afraid of touching his wound.

"Honey, how come you hurt yourself while I was gone for a little while?"

Fu Chenyan realized that the person was alive this time, and reached out to touch the girl's cheek with unusually gentle movements.

She still called him baby.

So she definitely didn't disappear on purpose.

Fu Chenyan suddenly sat up and hugged her tightly, burying his head in the crook of her neck. A tear slid down his cheek. "Can you... please don't disappear again?"