Doting Wife N+1: Husband, good night

Chapter 118 Fear
This accident happened so quickly that people were completely caught off guard, and people often appear so fragile and powerless in the face of these natural and man-made disasters.

When the car was completely uncontrollable and rushed down the slope, Ren Rongche couldn't do anything no matter how noble or capable he was, he just hugged An Yanyan tightly with all his strength, and he wouldn't let go no matter how he rolled or hit him.

The sky is spinning, the sky is pitch black, and the mind is also pitch black. I can't see or think of anything except the violent impact sound in my ears. I just let my body roll and impact in this small space powerlessly.

I don't know how long the car has been rolling, and I don't know where the car rolled to in the end. I only know that when it stopped, there was a dead silence around, and the rough, unstable and painful panting sound from the mouth further set off the silence. horrible.

The window glass of the car has been completely shattered, and the car has probably been safely deformed. Rong Che's body is stuck or pressed by something, and he can't move at all. It can also be said that his body seems to have been separated from him. Numb, but the five fingers can't be seen in front of the eyes, only a piece of blood red.

The blank in his mind was slowly filled, and he couldn't move his arms but could still feel the soft thing in his arms, that was An Yanyan.

When he touched this point, his brain trembled with fright, his heart jumped up instantly, and his mind was filled with a terrible thought, is An Yanyan dead?
I dare not think, I really dare not think!
"An Yanyan... Yanyan..." Rong Che tried his best to speak out, but it was very weak, as if something had stuck in his throat, and it was very difficult to vomit.

Rong Che could only feel that he was still hugging her all the time, but he didn't know where he was hugging her now, and he didn't know where her face was. There was nothing in front of him except that blurred layer of red.

"Flame..."

"Flame..."

"An Yanyan..."

He called her once, twice, three times... He tried to make his voice louder and louder, but there was no echo, and there was always no echo.

At this moment, there was a strong sense of fear, so familiar, it was exactly the same as two years ago, no, it was stronger, stronger than the time two years ago.

What was it like?
Can't tell, can't describe.

It is enough to make Rong Che collapse, enough to tear apart all his courage to live. That kind of fear is more fearful than facing death. It is also a kind of fear and a kind of death.

Two years ago, he had already deeply experienced this kind of fear and death. God knows how decadent he was during those days, and God knows how he got here. Even though he felt that he was slowly coming back to life, he still lived like a walking dead. Same.

Just like a child, he is afraid of the night and the dark, wishing that it would be daytime 24 hours a day, wishing he could work every minute, because he couldn't sleep at night, tossing and turning, the quieter the world, the more restless his heart was, and his mind was full of that pain until I met An Yanyan.

I don't know if this is fate or God's will, let him marry her by accident two years ago, after two years away, he will forget this woman who once played a one-day husband and wife with her, but on the first day of returning home I met her again one day.

Then, out of control, this little girl broke into his life and changed his life.

Just when he slowly began to forget the past and get used to this woman, such an accident happened. If this accident took An Yanyan's life, then...

(End of this chapter)