His eyes were as clear as when we first met.
"Sister Wu Yang, I'm fine."
Meng Yanche spoke very softly. It was not that he was unwilling to speak, but that he could no longer speak.
Jiang Wuyang only felt a pain in her head and body at this moment. She didn't dare to imagine how uncomfortable Meng Yanche, who was protecting her at this moment, must be feeling.
Jiang Wuyang's eyes were red: "Don't talk, be good, someone will come to rescue us later."
She heard some movement nearby.
Meng Yanche shook his head stubbornly. He could feel his vital signs rapidly fading. If he didn't say something now, he would never have another chance.
"Sister Yangyang, I'm sorry I didn't answer your call last time. If I had known earlier that you were Sister Yangyang from your childhood, I would have definitely come to find you. I regret it now. I'm sorry."
"Sister Yangyang, Chinese isn't difficult. When I'm gone, just listen carefully to the Chinese teacher's lessons and memorize more, and you'll learn it."
As Meng Yanche spoke, his white teeth were stained with blood, and blood was flowing down his forehead.
The pretty and innocent face looked very scary at this moment.
Jiang Wuyang felt a pang of sadness in his heart for a moment, and tears fell from his eyes.
She always knew that Meng Yanche owed her nothing.
She shook her head and tried to hold Meng Yanche's hand tightly.
The slender hands were extremely cold at this time.
Jiang Wuyang shook his head, his voice choked with sobs, revealing his collapse: "You agreed, you also said today that you wanted me to take you to play games, Meng Yanche!"
Meng Yanche shook his head, his eyes fixed on Jiang Wuyang's falling tears: "Sister Yangyang, don't cry. I won't play the game anymore. I will definitely do it next time."
"My favorite flower is tulips, sister... when you come to see me, don't bring chrysanthemums. I... don't like them."
Meng Yanche's words became more and more difficult, and at the end, he completely died.
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