Chapter 125 The puppy brother comforts the little rabbit

Fu Zhiyan closed the door tightly.

The security guard who wanted to come in and check the situation was also turned away.

Fu Zhiyan raised her hand and turned off the camera and sound recording above her head.

The shelter had no windows, and only a few faint rays of light leaked through the cracks in the wooden planks, so even during the day, the room was pitch black, with only the small hand lamp that Fu Zhiyan turned on as the only source of light.

Wen Yanyu was completely unaware of anything as Fu Zhiyan half-carried her onto the bed, leaving her like a puppet, completely at the mercy of the other party.

I was fed four pills and then covered with a thick blanket.

The bedding was soaked with the dampness of the forest. While it provided some warmth, the dampness made me feel extremely uncomfortable.

Something is better than nothing.

Wen Yanyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her whole body shivered uncontrollably.

It's cold.

The feeling of coldness.

It's cold.

A bone-chilling cold.

Fu Zhiyan sat on the edge of the bed and tentatively reached out to stroke Wen Yanyu's forehead.

The moment of contact.

Stimulated by the icy temperature, Wen Yanyu shivered.

Fu Zhiyan was taken aback, her fingertips trembling slightly.

He immediately tried to pull his hand back.

Just then, my wrist was loosely grasped by another hand.

With little strength to lift her eyes, Wen Yanyu breathed slightly, carefully grasped Fu Zhiyan's wrist, and pressed her cold palm against her face.

It's very cold.

There was not a trace of human warmth.

Countless memories surged up.

After the medication was taken, it began to take effect. The intense emotions were separated by a thin veil, but only separated; towering waves continued to crash against the surrounding veil.

Wen Yanyu gasped for breath in pain, her body's internal strings being stretched wildly with each breath.

The persistent, damp pain is raging.

Tears rolled down, soaking the cold ground.

The dim environment and the fact that my body was wrapped up gave me a great sense of security.

The language system was thrown into chaos, but the person still wanted to confide in someone, subconsciously seeking out the closest person to talk to, and spoke incoherently about what happened in that world.

“His story is over. He shouldn’t have died. He was a good person. He should have lived.”

“I’m cannon fodder. I did something wrong. I deserve to die. But he’s innocent. If I hadn’t fed him that bowl of fruit, he could have survived.”

"He will survive."

When you're exhausted to the extreme, you don't have the strength to cry out loud; even your tears flow in fits and starts.

Fu Zhiyan lowered her eyes, her cold gray pupils like some kind of inorganic crystal ball, lifeless.

Only the human figures reflected in the water added a touch of softness to that deathly atmosphere.

Fu Zhiyan reached out and tucked the stray hairs from Wen Yanyu's forehead behind her ear, gently wiping away the tear stains.

The warmth of the skin left a lingering sensation on my palm.

"You did nothing wrong."

That's not your fault.

“Even without that bowl of fruit, he would still have left.”

Fu Zhiyan offered words of comfort in a low voice.

Wen Yanyu's voice trembled, and she no longer knew what she was saying. She just choked up subconsciously, saying, "I killed him."

After a moment of silence.

Ultimately, they couldn't bear it, and there was no other way.

Fu Zhiyan leaned forward slightly, letting Wen Yanyu look at her through the fabric of her clothes.

My vision was blurred by tears.

I can't see anything clearly.

Only the familiar scent lingered in my nasal cavity.

A scent of agarwood with a bitter aroma.

In order for the person with disordered consciousness to understand and hear what he was saying, Fu Zhiyan only said four words.

"I'm alive."

Fu Zhiyan's face was blurry in the dim light, only his voice and cold temperature seemed all the more familiar.

"Brother has always known that Xiao Guai is a good child. If she hadn't been forced to do those things, she definitely wouldn't have done them. Brother knows that Xiao Guai must have suffered a lot of grievances and been bullied for a long time before she wanted to give up."

"But promise your brother, no matter what happens in the future, don't give up."

"You must live well."

"Take my brother's share."

May you live to be a hundred years old.

With those words, Fu Zhiyan bowed his head.

“That character had already died in the story. I took over his body. The person who was with you in the mountains was me. Until the very end, it was always me.”

"Yan Yan."

"I'm alive."

"You did nothing wrong."

The words fell.

Wen Yanyu was stunned for a long time, her eyes reddened, and the tears that she had no strength to shed suddenly burst forth.

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