Chapter 297

A few days later, Wen churan really couldn't hold on. It became more and more difficult to breathe, even trying to open his mouth.

This feeling is as like as two peas before death.

She knew she was dying. She knew that was the feeling of dying.

Although her eyes were blind, she seemed to see the terrible God of death. She looked ferocious, opened her teeth and claws, stretched out her magic claws, and then tightly grabbed her neck and dragged her to the deepest hell.

Bai Youning asked calmly, "you don't have much time. Do you have any last words to say?"

Wen churan didn't say anything, but repeated a name in his heart.

——Ink in its heyday.

When death came, she had no last words, not even a trace of regret, but only worried about the prosperous ink.

"You miss him." Bai Youning helps Wen churan speak out her inner thoughts.

Wen churan didn't refute, and silently read "think."

She stopped Bai Youning from looking for Sheng Shimo because she wanted to see him but didn't dare to see him.

What if I see you? I'm dying anyway.

The word "think" alone, with the softest yearning under her stubborn appearance, suddenly pierced Bai Youning's heart like a needle.

Looking at the dying woman in bed, Bai Youning sighed, "Wen churan, you overestimate your freedom. You love him from beginning to end."

From the previous life to rebirth, it has never been reduced by a penny.

Wen churan suddenly sneered in his heart, as if laughing at his incompetence.

"What to do... I hate him, but it seems... I love him more."

The hatred for him is probably less than one thousandth of the love for him.

"By the way... Last words, I have last words to say..."

"What last words?" Bai Youning is ready to listen.

Wen churan seems to have exhausted her last strength and silently recited the last sentence of her life.

"I still have a bad life. I hope in my next life... I won't meet Sheng Shimo again, because it's really hard to like him... If... There's another life... "

Those days when I like him and those roads chasing him are like walking on the tip of a knife, with endless bitterness every minute and every second.

Her last words, her wishes, only this one.

With that, she was completely ready to meet death.

Her breathing became weaker and weaker. Wen churan was like a person addicted to the sea. The sense of suffocation paralyzed the nerves in her brain and gradually confused her thoughts.

The functions and organs of the whole body are like pressing the shutdown button of the computer to completely stop running.

But just then, her stiff hand was suddenly held tightly.

She felt clearly that the warmth she had not seen for a long time spread all over her body, and even dispelled the haze from death.

Who could it be? It can't be Bai Youning.

Wen churan wanted to see who was holding her hand, but she couldn't see it.

Will it be a flourishing ink?

Open your mouth, but your throat can't make a sound.

She could only continue to lie down and let her hand be held tightly.

The back of the hand was suddenly cold, like a drop of tears falling on it.

But death had made her unable to tell whether it was reality or vanity.

Her body was light, she was picked up, and the man leaned in her ear and said two words.

Can she hear others? But she didn't hear what the man said.

Finally, the whole person seemed to be addicted to the bottom of the sea and quietly fell into a permanent sleep.

She knows, she should be dead