Pan Shu looked at him quietly, then looked at Jiang Chen, and gently curved her lips, "No matter what, Jiang Chen, I still want to say sorry to you."
Jiang Chen felt like he was about to die from sadness.
I don’t know how long it took, one second, or maybe two seconds.
Panshu's face was so pale that there was not a trace of blood.
She began to vomit blood again.
Finally, she said, "It's sad, but please let me get some sleep."
Pan Shu gently closed her eyes.
Slowly, slowly, the last breath was gone.
The heartbeat on the ECG monitor gradually turned into a steady straight line.
"elder sister……"
"elder sister……!"
The young man held the woman's cold hand tightly, tears streaming down his face, "...Sister."
Jiang Chen quietly looked at the woman with a serene face. Even in death, she was still breathtakingly beautiful. He finally realized that Jiang Chen was unimportant and had never been truly chosen.
The heavy snow stopped.
There was a heavy rain in Beijing.
It almost submerged the entire city, and the sky was dark, like a sign of doomsday.
But this heavy rain came quickly and went away quickly.
The young man knelt in front of the tombstone, his eyes full of affection as he gently stroked the photo on the tombstone. A sickly blush appeared on his pale face, and he gently kissed the woman in the photo between her eyebrows.
"Sister." Jiang Chen said slowly, "No need to apologize."
"Later, I was jealous of Jiang Zhao for a long time."
"But now."
"I'm not jealous anymore. My sister won't allow him to die, but Jiang Chen can." He said, "I'll be there to accompany my sister soon."
——Live well.
These four words are shackles, punishment, and endless pain.
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