"Tong Yexin, you..."

Xiao Cheng saw Tong Yexin's pale face and the tears in her eyes. He didn't care about calling her for a moment and looked at her with concern.

Tong Yexin dragged her suitcase and strode towards the elevator, saying in a low voice: "I have something urgent to go back to now."

Seeing her like this, Xiao Cheng looked very anxious and left overnight.

"What's the matter? How can I help you?"

While waiting for the elevator, Tong Yexin glanced at him: "Are you being polite, or are you sincere?"

She has been in Yangcheng for a long time. Xiao Cheng appears in front of her from time to time, and he should also be able to see what she is doing. But he has always just invited her to dinner and tea, friends? They are friends, but they are just friends.

Friends, friends to relieve his boredom.

Therefore, she was not in the mood to talk to him at this time.

The elevator opened, and she went straight in without letting Xiao Cheng in: "Mr. Xiao, I'm in a bad mood right now and want to be alone. If you're not in a hurry, just wait for the next elevator."

There were no flights to Nancheng at this time, so Tong Yexin asked the hotel to send a car to the train station.

She just wanted to get on the bus as soon as possible, and the waiting time felt like a year.

She kept calling and sending messages to Li Xiaomei, but there was no reply.

After calming down and thinking about it, Li Xiaomei definitely didn't have time to answer her call right now.

Wu Yan died, and she had to die of grief.

"...Xiaobei, how is Aunt Xiaoxiao?"

Si Wangbei replied: "She is in a daze. She doesn't speak, eats, drinks, or sleeps. We are all worried about her."

Tong Yexin knew that Li Xiaomei was going to collapse.

For so many years, there was only Wu Yan in her world. Even if she knew that Wu Yan had deceived her about so many things and hid her in Yangcheng, she didn't care about him.

Because, in her world, she only recognized Wu Yan.

"You stay with her and take good care of Xiaochen and Li Bao. I will be back soon."

After explaining, Tong Yexin hung up the phone. Her heart was in a mess, her mind was also in a mess, and she was not at all as calm as when she was on the phone.

Along the way, she closed her eyes, and Wu Yan's appearance appeared in her mind.

He was a taciturn man. If it weren't for his height, it would be difficult for people to remember his existence. In the past, when she played with Li Xiaomei, he was like a shadow, silent.

Later, a girl in their circle discovered that he was good-looking and asked Li Xiaomei to introduce him. Wu Yan stopped following them. He always stayed ten meters away from them. If he went into a bar or something like that,

, he was invisible in the crowd.

Li Xiaomei never worried about not being able to find Wu Yan. As long as she turned around, she would be able to find him immediately.

For Tong Yexin, she doesn't actually have many deep feelings. Isn't it just an old friend she has known for twenty years? Maybe they don't regard her as a friend, but just associate with her for Li Xiaomei's sake.

.

However, in these years, when she was in the most difficult time, Wu Yan helped her. Although he never said it and never came to her to ask for favors, she knew it. When she was plotted against by her opponent, someone said something

Those who wanted to make her look good stopped and did not come to cause trouble for her.

Because of Li Bao, Wu Yan also taught Xiaobei self-defense, and Xiaobei regarded him as his idol...

Tong Yexin thought, she is so sad, how uncomfortable Li Xiaomei must be...

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Li Xiaomei held Wu Yan's hand and looked at him blankly.

His hands are so cold.

It’s only autumn, why are my hands cold?

His hands were always warm in winter, and he would hold her hand in his palm and cover it for her.

They lived in two places all year round, and he would always call her at the autumnal equinox to keep warm and not to be too cold. He also forbade her to put ice cream in the refrigerator. Although she always took advantage of his absence to eat it secretly. But every winter,

She would always receive warm babies and rose ginger tea from him, as if she had no money to buy them.

When sleeping next to him, he was like a furnace. She didn't even need to cover her with two quilts, he was enough.

But now, why is it just like Bingtuozi?

And his face was so cold and hard. Even though he had an iceberg face all year round and was expressionless, even children would be frightened to tears by him, but at least it was full of blood, unlike now, which is all gray, even his lips.

"Wu Yan, why are you like this?" She touched his face, "Go and take a shower. See how dirty you are."

Again and again, wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

There was blood everywhere on his chest and clothes. It was hard to wipe away after it dried.

Li Xiaomei's legs were numb, she stood up shakily, turned around and looked for something.

Dai Guanyan saw that her eyes were out of focus, and as she searched around with her fingers, she almost tripped over a stool.

He held her with both hands and asked, "What are you looking for?"

Li Xiaomei raised his eyes, his eyes were empty, and his chapped lips were opening and closing: "Water, let me wipe him." He squeezed out a smile, "Look at him, he is tired, and he can sleep even if he is so dirty.

.”

"It's uncomfortable for him to sleep like this. I have to clean him up. He looks like a rough guy, but he's actually a bit of a mysophobia."

"You find me a basin...Hey, goodbye, help me support him to go to the bathroom, it's cleaner there."

With that said, she turned around and tried her best to hold Wu Yan's back, asking him to get up.

"Wu Yan, don't go to sleep. Go take a shower before going to bed. You are uncomfortable, and I don't like you being so dirty."

Li Xiaomei was very strong, and the tall man who was 1.9 meters tall was forced to sit up by her. She pressed against his back, and her neck touched his skin, which was cold.

"Why are you so cold? Where did you run? Did you fall into the river? The weather in Nancheng hasn't cooled down yet..."

Si Che leaned against the wall and watched her chatter. He couldn't listen anymore and stepped forward and said, "Li Xiaomei——"

Halfway through, Dai Guanyan grabbed his arm. "Don't say it, don't irritate her."

Si Che suppressed his words, glanced at Li Xiaomei again, lowered his voice and said to Dai Guanyan: "I have asked Tong Yexin to come back. I hope she will feel better with her by her side. Those two children,

I'll let Xiaobei take care of it first."

In fact, Li Xiaomei's situation was much worse than what Si Che said on the phone.

She simply refused to accept the fact that Wu Yan was dead. She refused to remove the infusion tube and refused to cover it with a white cloth.

The doctors and nurses were all kicked out by her.

There was a gloomy atmosphere in the ward.

Looking at the Spring River, Li Bao, who has always been lively and noisy, was so quiet for the first time since he was born.

She was sitting on the bed holding Xiao Chen, and Si Wangbei was holding her on the other side.

The three children all opened their ignorant eyes and looked blankly into the dark night, waiting for the darkest time to pass.

Zhaocai Jinbao nestled on the carpet without making a sound, as if he felt the sadness of his little master.

"Xiao Bei, is Uncle Wu Yan really dead?"
Chapter completed!