Chapter 297 The Little Beggar (5)

  A few days later, Wen Churan really couldn't hold it anymore, breathing became more and more difficult, even struggling to open his mouth.

  This feeling is very familiar, exactly the same as before death in the previous life.

  She knew she was going to die, she knew that this was the feeling of dying.

  Even though she was blind, she seemed to see the terrible **** of death, with a hideous face, flaring his teeth and dancing claws, stretched out his claws towards her, and then pinched her neck tightly, dragging her to the deepest hell.

  Bai Yuning asked calmly, "You are running out of time, do you have any last words to say?"

  Wen Churan didn't say anything, only repeated a name in his heart.

  ——Shen Shimo.

  When death came, she had no last words, not even a trace of regret, but she was only concerned about Sheng Shimo.

   "You miss him very much." Bai Yuning helped Wen Churan express her inner thoughts.

  Wen Churan did not refute, silently chanting "think."

  She prevented Bai Yuning from going to Sheng Shimo because she wanted to see him but did not dare to see him.

  What about seeing you? It's dying anyway.

  A single word ‘thinking’, but with the softest thoughts under her stubborn appearance, it suddenly pierced Bai Yuning’s heart like a needle.

  Looking at the dying woman on the bed, Bai Yuning sighed, "Wen Churan, you have overestimated your free and easy, you have loved him from beginning to end."

  From the previous life to the rebirth, I have never lost a single cent.

  Wen Churan suddenly sneered in his heart, seeming to laugh at his incompetence.

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

  The hatred for him is probably not worth one thousandth of the love for him.

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

  "What last words?" Bai Yuning was ready to listen.

  Wen Churan seems to have exhausted the last bit of strength, meditating in her heart the last words of her life.

   "This life is still terrible. I hope that in the next life... I won't meet Sheng Shimo again, because I like him... It's really hard... If... there's another life..."

  The days that I liked him, the roads that chased him, seemed to be walking on the tip of a knife, with endless bitterness every minute and every second.

  Her last words, her wish, there is only this one.

  After speaking, she was thoroughly prepared to meet death.

  The breathing became weaker and weaker, and Wen Churan was like a person drowning in the sea. The suffocation paralyzed the nerves in her brain, causing her thoughts to gradually become chaotic.

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

  But at this moment, one of her stiff hands was suddenly held tightly.

  She felt clearly, the long-lost warmth spread all over her body, even dispelling the haze from death.

Who will    be? It can't be Bai Yuning.

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

Will    be the prime minister?

  I opened my mouth, but there was no sound from my throat.

  She can only continue to lie down, letting her hands be held tightly.

   Suddenly it was cold on the back of his hand, as if a tear had fallen on it.

  But death has made her unable to distinguish whether this is reality or illusion.

  She was lightened, she was picked up by someone, and the man leaned in her ear and said a few words.

  She can hear others talking? But she didn't hear exactly what the man said.

  Finally, the whole person seemed to be drowned on the seabed, quietly falling into a sleep with eternal scars.

  She knew that she should be dead...

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  (End of this chapter)