Rebirth of the hidden marriage queen

Chapter 212 I Didn't Protect You
Mo Han pursed his thin lips, showing a trace of stubbornness, Chu Yang couldn't help but refuse, and forcefully opened her tightly clenched fingers.

"I only hope for these 10 minutes. Don't hide from me. Let me take a good look at the wound on your palm, okay? After 10 minutes, I will let you go. You can go anywhere. I won't restrain you anymore... "

He stared at her, double pupil flickering.

Those eyes were full of pain and scorching heat, adding to the pain in Chu Yang's hot palm.

There seemed to be something in Chu Yang's heart, cracking and collapsing bit by bit.

In a trance, he spread her palm.

The palm was bloody and bloody, and tiny pieces of broken glass were hidden in the wound. The glass sandwiched the flesh, making Mo Han's breathing stagnate, and his face turned pale for an instant.

Chu Yang had been holding his hands tightly just now, and the broken glass pierced the flesh and blood again, and blood flowed out.

These bright blood reds hurt Mo Han's eyes, he only felt that his vision was blurred, and his breathing gradually became short of breath.

"It's my fault. It's because I didn't protect you well. After all, you were injured and bled..." Mo Han murmured in a hoarse voice with bitterness in his mouth.

Mo Han's body has long been overdrawn, and he is now supported by only one breath, which is already a strong bow.

Everywhere in his body hurts, but how can the pain in his body overcome the pain flowing from the apex of his heart?
I never knew that the most painful thing that hurts people is not the sharp knife stabbing the body, but an invisible knife that penetrates the heart silently.

The invisible knife has such a sharp tip, and the tip of the knife cuts out his heart lightly and shallowly, repeatedly.

There was no bloodshed, no injuries, but it seemed that he had taken half of his life.

Lu Cheng stood quietly by the side, and without waiting for Mo Han's orders, he quickly took the medical tools and treated Chu Yang's palm wound.

After bandaging the wound, he took Chuyang's temperature and found that he had a low-grade fever.

Lu Cheng took the fever-reducing medicine and a glass of water and handed them to Chuyang. Chuyang didn't resist at all, and obediently drank the medicine.

At that time, Mo Han had already let go of Chu Yang's hand, and leaned against the head of the bed weakly. Although his eyelids were heavy, he still kept his eyes on Lu Cheng and bandaged Chu Yang's wound.

At the last moment when Xiangyang drank the medicine, Mo Han's eyes turned black, and the sweat on his forehead slipped down uncontrollably.

The temperature of his body fluctuated from hot to cold.

The torment of the two heavens of ice and fire made him feel like he was in hell, and his mind gradually became a little dazed.

He raised his hand with difficulty, wanting to touch Chuyang for the last time, but his arm stopped in mid-air and could no longer move half a minute.

Mo Han just stared at Chu Yang in a trance, staring at his gradually blurred figure.

He held up the last sliver of consciousness, and his voice slowly overflowed like misty smoke.

"Li Chong, take Chuyang back to the hotel, and send a few people to protect her, and prevent her from having any accidents..."

Li Chong stood at the door all the time, and when he heard Mo Han's order, he immediately complied.

In an instant, Mo Han only felt that the world was silent, and in a flash, the scene when he met Chu Yang for the first time many years ago.

On the campus in September, the sky is clear and blue.

She was wearing a long white skirt, walking on the school road, shuttling among the lush greenery, with a pair of bright eyes flashing, she walked past him with a sweet smile.

At that time, he only felt that the lake in his heart that had been calm for many years was touched by unreasonable teasing, and that lake water had a slight ripple just because of those beautiful eyes.

The wind gently lifted her skirt, and when she passed by, the raised skirt inadvertently touched his arm. The soft and slightly rough fabric rubbed against his skin, and it was also deeply engraved in his heart. .

The touch that passed by has left a mark in his heart since then, and has been remembered for many years.

That was her youth, why not his youth?
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