She was like a zombie drained of blood, suffering agonizingly like a walking corpse. Fear overwhelmed every cell in her body, threatening to devour her!
They swallowed every last crumb!
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How terrified she was! Terrified that Zihan would never wake up again, terrified that Zihan would leave this world like this, terrified that he would turn into a cold tombstone and disappear forever, that she would never see his face again, never hear his voice again, never feel his warmth again, never hold his warm hand again…
In her memory, Zihan had always been a very strong and omnipotent man. It seemed that there was nothing in the world that he couldn't handle. He could always stand up for her and always save her from danger.
When he's happy, he can make the whole world a wonderful place; when he's angry, it's as if he can turn the whole world upside down!
But this invincible and powerful man, has fallen like this? Has he fallen? No, no, heaven wouldn't be so cruel, he will never fall!
Luo Xiaoyi's scalding tears fell onto his tightly closed eyes, wetting them.
Immediately afterwards, Ou Zihan, who was lying on the ground, shook his head. His long, charming eyelashes trembled. He opened his eyes. Because his head had just been hit violently, he was still a little dazed. In his dazed state, he stared in disbelief at Luo Xiaoyi's face, the face he had been longing for day and night.
Her face was streaked with tears, and her dark eyes were filled with deep fear and worry as she looked at him with immense heartache.
He felt as if he were in a dream...
Is it really Xiaoyi? He rubbed his eyes hard with his big hands, and his vision gradually cleared. He was right, it was Luo Xiaoyi.
This feeling is so real, so real that it almost feels unreal.
"Zihan, you're awake..." Her sorrowful red eyes shone with excitement and surprise. She excitedly grasped his cold hand. At that moment, her soft little hand was warmer than his, and a warm current flowed from his fingers to his heart.
Did Xiaoyi really come back to his side?
In an instant, looking at her, his eyes reddened and welled up with tears. His heart, riddled with wounds, found a sliver of warmth and comfort, and his fingers trembled slightly.
Is he dreaming?
If it were a dream, he wished he would never wake up, so that he could be with Xiaoyi forever.
"Xiaoyi, is it really you?" His throat ached, his voice choked with emotion, hoarse with deep sorrow.
His large hand trembled as he touched her face. Her smooth little face was wet with tears. The familiar touch made his heart ache suddenly. Was this really not a dream?
He was terrified. It was just a dream. Suddenly, the dream shattered, and he would never again hold her soft little hand or touch her soft little face.
God wouldn't be so cruel to him, would He?
"It's true, Zihan, it's me, Luo Xiaoyi, it's me, Luo Xiaoyi! It's so good that you're awake, so good..." Luo Xiaoyi was already sobbing uncontrollably.
She held his large hand very tightly, as if afraid that she wouldn't hold it tight enough and would lose him.
His large hands were exceptionally cold, like icicles hanging from the eaves in spring, about to melt, as if they were about to fall, making one deeply worried that they would cease to exist in the world after they fell.
She wanted to give him warmth; she wanted to pass on all the warmth in her body to him through her hands. There's a saying: "Don't be afraid, let the storm rage on." Hold the hand of your loved one and experience the ups and downs of life together.
At that moment, she had such a strong desire!
When Leng Ningshuang grabbed her by the neck, she went through a life-or-death experience. In her last moments, she longed for Zihan's face, wanted to see him one more time, wanted to be with him, even if it was just for a minute, it would be happiness.
She even deeply regretted breaking up with Zihan and not cherishing the time they spent together. Her heart ached with unbearable regret, as if it were being burned.
Suddenly, she realized something. She understood a principle: people should cherish the people in front of them, and find ways to solve problems when they encounter difficulties. Life is not easy.
People often say that life is unpredictable, and misfortune can strike at any moment. You never know when you might die. If you don't seize the happiness that is within your grasp, it will be a regret that you will carry for the rest of your life.
Just now, she saw Ou Zihan in danger again. She was about to rush over to save him, but unexpectedly, she dragged him into trouble instead. At that moment, Zihan held her tightly in his arms. He was almost killed by the falling lamp, and in that instant when she was in his arms, she heard the lamp fall.
How terrified she was! She felt as if she had fallen into an endless, cold darkness. She was so afraid that Zihan would die, afraid that she would never see his face again, never hear his voice again, not even the sound of him cursing her. All that remained was a cold urn containing his ashes. How terrified she was!
So this time, she wanted to be with Zihan, to overcome all obstacles to be with him. She longed to be like this, holding his hand and growing old together. She hoped this happiness could last forever.
Suddenly, Ou Zihan stretched out his long arm and pulled her into his arms. His chin was buried deep in her neck, and his warm breath swept away all her pretense like a whirlwind.
At this moment, the real Luo Xiaoyi, who had shed her disguise, was in his arms, truly in his arms. Her soft, warm body, her unique fragrance—everything about her was so familiar, everything about the heartbreaking longing he had felt these past few days. In an instant, his happy, red eyes were filled with tears.
He never wants to let this woman go!
at the same time.
Tears of happiness streamed down Luo Xiaoyi's fair and beautiful face. "Zihan, I've missed you so much these past few days, I really, really missed you. I've been longing for dawn since night... Your smile is like a poppy, making me yearn for you, making me addicted; your figure is like a river, gently flowing through my fingers..."
For the first time, her soft arms trembled as she held him tightly. In that moment, she wished time could stand still so they could be together forever.
For the first time, Ou Zihan felt her tight embrace. All his sensitive nerves were stunned at that moment. He felt extremely flattered. His beloved woman's soft arms were embracing him so tightly. This was something he had always dreamed of and desperately longed for.
His heart trembled, a wave of bittersweetness welled up in his nose, and his eyes burned. Having been burned by the flames of love, he was like a dragon reborn from the ashes, tasting happiness anew...
Ou Zihan's strong, powerful arms held her so tightly that she could hardly breathe, as if he wanted to meld his body into her blood, so that he could forever flow through her veins, endlessly, accompanying her life forever. Even when her life ended, their ashes would merge into one, never to be separated...
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