Her Sniper

"Joyce, I know we can only meet at the wedding, but I've planted you a rose from the manor as a wedding present. I'm so happy that I can't help but want to share it with you in advance. " Said derrick, pointing out of the window with his feeble fingers.

Wen Shishi looked in the direction he pointed out. After looking for a while, he considered the girl's innocent tone and replied, "well, it's not bad. It's my favorite flower."

If it's Joyce who loves Derek, he would answer like this.

She had never met Joyce, so she could only blur it according to the previous housekeeper's description. As for whether she could comfort Derek, who even felt hard to breathe, it was only up to fate. After all, she was not an actress and could not learn to be lifelike.

Derek's breathing speed is getting slower and slower, and his vision is gradually blurred. Even with the best doctor and the most advanced medicine around, he can't keep him from death. He's not reconciled, but his mind and soul have already betrayed each other, and now only his body is still breathing.

After realizing that his current situation is similar to that of the past, Wen Shishi doesn't intend to argue with an old man who is dying. She can't play a wedding drama with him, but she can do it just by playing Joyce.

It's a coincidence that two people born in almost different times can look so similar. Wen Shiquan is supposed to help Joyce.

Along with Derek's heart, wenshishi imitated Joyce's tone: "you have to get better soon. I still have many places to go with you, and I'm not satisfied with the piano music I taught you before."

"I will." Derek got the feedback he wanted and was very happy. There were two lines of tears in the corner of his eyes.

Reality and memory are integrated at this moment. He looks at Joyce through Wen Shishi and says affectionately, "tomorrow is our wedding. I will be better then. I will play the piano music you taught me in the church covered with red roses, and I want everyone to know how much we love each other."

Many years ago, when Joyce was still there, Derek had thought about what he would say to her. He had been planning to tell her again when he formally proposed, but he had missed the chance forever, and now he could finally get what he wanted.

"Joyce, I love you. I want to say that to you every day." Derek said, trying to shake Winston's hand. He raised his arm tremblingly, and then, when the movement was a little big, he suddenly fell down again.

The housekeeper and the doctor next to him were startled by this action. They quickly gathered around him. They were relieved when they confirmed that Derek was still alive. They saw that although he could still open his eyes, they had no voice. They immediately put on the oxygen mask which had just been taken off.

Derek's energy now is to use a little less, just like a balloon that has been punctured. When the air leaks out, people will be completely hopeless. He just said too much to Wen Shishi. After he was short of energy, he soon closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The fluctuation of ECG became more and more abnormal. With Derek's hard breathing, his condition deteriorated rapidly after he said what he had just said. He was really dying, relying on the instrument beside him.

The doctor took his assistant to take a look, and finally turned to the housekeeper and shook his head: "as long as the pipe is pulled out, the master will immediately follow Mrs. Joyce. Moreover, he is very painful to live like this, so let's make preparations as soon as possible."

The air in the room was extremely quiet. There was no friendship between Wen Shishi and Derek, but she could not accept the death of a big living man who could laugh not long ago. She looked very sad.

Needless to say, the housekeeper's reaction almost fainted on the spot. Even though he had made psychological preparation for a long time, he still didn't know what to do after losing Derek, the master who followed him for half his life. He reluctantly held on to the wall, stabilized himself, and then slowly turned to face Wen Shishi.

This time, he didn't bow or say anything more. He just said, "Miss Wen, before the master returns to God, I want to ask you to realize his dream."

Wen Shishi carefully reminded: "Derek, he can't have a wedding at all now. You should be more open about it."

Don't mention the wedding. I'm afraid Derek can't even get up now. Even if he says a few more words, he may be killed immediately. Butler also remember to complete his regret, but his physical condition is absolutely not allowed, with Joyce between doomed can only be regret.

"So there's no need for a wedding, and you don't have to worry about it any more. Is that ok?" The housekeeper said, and called the servant to point out the direction. The man understood and immediately ran out to finish the task he told him.

If it's not a wedding, what else can I do to make up for Derek's regret? Wen Shishi was puzzled and didn't agree to him immediately.

Not long after, the servant came back with two maids holding a tray. It was a gorgeous wedding dress. Countless broken diamonds were dotted on the snow-white cloth. There were fine rose patterns on the hollow cuffs and lace. No matter who wore it, it would be swaying.This is a work designed by the most famous wedding dress designer in Britain. It was not long ago brought back by the housekeeper. It was originally intended to be handed over to Wen Shishi on the eve of the wedding, but now it is obviously useless.

The housekeeper looks at the gorgeous dress with a painful look and makes another effort for Derek's obsession. He hopes that Wen Shishi will step back.

"It's custom-made for Mrs. Joyce, but it's a pity that she doesn't have the chance to wear it. I hope you can wear it to accompany Mr. Joyce on his last journey, so that he can go to heaven in his dream. Just wear it in this room for a while. It's not against your principles

Wen Shishi couldn't accept it. She refused humbly: "I'm sorry, maybe it's inhuman, but I still can't do it. As I said, the wedding dress and the wedding are holy, so all I can do is talk to Derek instead of Joyce. "

After seeing her eyes, the housekeeper knew that she would not give in anyway, and the whole person was drowned in despair.

"Joyce..." Derek murmured half asleep. He slowly woke up from his coma, staring at the ceiling with mindless eyes and calling Joyce's name.