"I know."

Luo Xiao responded, turned his head, and saw Meng Yao staring at him with his eyes tightly.

Luo Xiao's eyes fell on her neck, which was covered with condensed blood, and the cuts began to turn white. He narrowed his eyes, but he didn't feel distressed.

Meng Yao could see the indifference in his eyes.

It's just because he doesn't care about her at all.

Meng Yao's nose was sore and astringent, she had always known this, but every time it was confirmed, she was still so uncomfortable that she couldn't extricate herself.

She loved him, but she still couldn't turn back after hitting the wall many times.

Meng Yao suddenly felt that she had been loving him for so long. He loved Tong Ran for so many years. Isn’t he more desperate and painful than her?

There is a small slope directly in front of me. Meng Yao slows down the speed, "I will open the door and jump from there later. Keep driving, don't turn off the engine, let alone get off the car."

Luo Xiao nodded, his eyes fell on Mo Nanjue, and he leaned up and took off his coat to cover him.

Meng Yao choked, he didn't even ask if he said you were okay?

She clenched her hands tightly. When the car drove to the small slope, Meng Yao unscrewed the car door, turned around and looked at Luo Xiao deeply, and jumped out!

Bang!

The sound of impact came, and Luo Xiao raised his leg and stepped over from the passenger seat. He pulled the car door and didn't look outside at all. He stepped into the accelerator to increase the speed to the maximum.

Meng Yao fell heavily on the ground and rolled down the slope. She raised her hand and grabbed a stone to stabilize herself. She turned her head and looked at the car gradually moving away.

Little by little until it disappears completely...

She didn't know how long it would take to see him again.

Maybe soon, maybe it's the last time...

Meng Yao closed her eyes, tears flowed into her mouth, so bitter that she couldn't speak.

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San Francisco.

Here is as prosperous as the night in Las Vegas, with more outsiders and lights coming up everywhere.

...

In a private house.

The environment here is not good, and the house is very old, and most of them are homeless people. The room is very small, with crumbling lights hanging overhead, with only a bed and a table.

There is not even a decent chair.

Luo Xiao stood up and closed the window. He bent down on the edge of the bed and sat down, his eyes falling on Mo Nanjue's pale handsome face.

He was paler than yesterday.

Luo Xiao's hand fell between the man's neck and could feel the pulsation of the arteries, which were very slight and small, as if it would disappear in the next second.

Mo Nanjue's hands were hanging beside him, his slender five fingers were shimmering abnormal white. Luo Xiao raised his hand and placed it on his legs to massage his arms.

He needs physical medicine maintenance, oxygen hood, and a drip to supplement nutrition...

Otherwise, if this continues, you won’t be able to hold on.

Luo Xiao turned his head and looked out the window. He was now a fugitive. The police looked for him everywhere, so he couldn't go back to Las Vegas directly, nor could he appear blatantly, so he could only find a place to hide for the time being.

He is penniless.

But he had to go to the pharmacy to buy those medicines. If one more minute delays, he would be more risky. He was not sure whether Mo Nanjue would be in shock again in the next second.

He was in a coma for so many days and didn't even open his eyes. If it weren't for his faint pulse, he would even think he was dead.

Luo Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, the fastest way to make money...

He put Mo Nanjue's hand back, stood up and locked the door, and walked quickly downstairs.

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Early in the morning.
Chapter completed!