Chapter 297 Little Beggar (5)

A few days later, Wen Churan really couldn't hold on any longer, and it became more and more difficult to breathe, even opening his mouth.

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

She knew she was dying, she knew this was what dying felt like.

Although she was blind, she seemed to have seen a terrifying god of death, with a ferocious face, stretched out her claws, stretched out her claws, and then tightly grabbed her neck, dragging 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, just repeated a name in his heart.

——Sheng Shimo.

When death came, she didn't have any last words, not even a trace of regret, but she only cared about Sheng Shimo.

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

Wen Churan didn't refute, and silently said in his heart, "I think."

The reason she prevented Bai Youning from going to Sheng Shimo was because she wanted to see him but was afraid to see him.

So what? Almost dead anyway.

Just the word 'think', but with the softest yearning under her stubborn appearance, it suddenly pierced Bai Youning's heart like a needle.

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

From the previous life until the rebirth, it has never been reduced by a single cent.

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

"What to do... I hate him, but it seems... I 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 Youning was ready to listen.

Wen Churan seemed to have exhausted the last ounce of strength, silently reciting the last words of her life in her heart.

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

The days when I liked him and the roads I followed him were like walking on the tip of a knife, every minute and every second was filled with endless bitterness.

Her last words, her wishes, are only this one.

After speaking, she was completely ready to face death.

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

The functions and organs of the whole body are like pressing the off button of a computer, and they stop running completely.

But at this moment, her stiff hand was suddenly tightly held by someone.

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

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

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

Could it be Sheng Shimo?

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat.

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

There was a sudden coldness on the back of the hand, as if a drop of tear had hit it.

But death has made her unable to tell whether this is reality or fiction.

With a light body, she was picked up by someone, and the man whispered a few words in her ear.

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

In the end, the whole person seemed to be drowning in the bottom of the sea, quietly falling into an eternal sleep.

She knew that she should be dead...

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