Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

He felt the weakness, helplessness and distress when facing the dying brother Zhe at the beginning.

Shangguan Aoki was in distress when he heard this. The twenty-one stabbing was not only Shangguan Yu, it was also his life.

Gu Li's body softened, and he took two steps backward, hitting his back directly against the wall.

A Sheng, Yaoyao, Yaoyao.

There are two pools of blood, one pool belongs to Shangguan Yu, then there is another pool...

Gu Li turned around and stumbled out.

Shangguan Aoki hugged his wife and looked at the operating room with eyes full of grief. He didn't have the courage to go in...

Finally, Shangguan Aoki endured his grief and left the door of the operating room in his arms, found the ward closest to the operating room, put his wife on the bed, and fell into endless pain...

The drunkard looked at Jun Moyan, then bowed his head and walked aside.

At the door of the operating room, only Jun Moyan and Wen Xiaoai were left.

"...Jun Mo Yan?"

Wen Xiaoai called him softly, his tone full of worry and sadness.

Although Jun Moyan had told her that Shangguanyu was not a good person, and he still pestered him, but she knew that what Jun Moyan said was a joke.

In his mind, Shangguan Yu is actually as important as his second brother.

Just like Jun Moyan and Ye Qi's position in her heart.

Jun Mo Yan slowly let go of his clenched fists. He pulled his arm back from Wen Xiaoai's hand a little stiffly, and then said softly: "...wait for me outside."

Wen Xiaoai couldn't hold back a single one, tears welled up.

But he still let go of him obediently, but after Jun Moyan entered the operating room, she still followed him and went in together.

During the operation, the smell of blood far outweighed the smell of disinfectant water.

On the operating table, a white cloth gently covered Shangguanyu's body.

When Jun Moyan saw this scene, his already heavy steps were too heavy to lift.

He stood there, watching the scene on the operating table with his breath, his hands that had just been released clenched again.

He seemed to work hard for a long time before plucking up enough courage to move on again.

The closer Jun Moyan got to the operating table, the more painful he walked. Every step required courage.

No matter how good the mental quality, no matter how strong the endurance is, when facing the cold body of Shangguan Yu at this moment, his psychological defense line slowly collapsed.

Jun Moyan exhausted all his strength and courage to walk to the operating table.

He looked at the familiar facial contours of Shangguan Yu reflected under the white cloth, his breathing tightened, and his eyes seemed to drip with blood.

He gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand slowly.

When his trembling fingertips twisted a corner of the white cloth, his heart was clenched.

Jun Moyan paused for about ten seconds before slowly lifting the white cloth little by little.

Even though he was mentally prepared enough, he still collapsed when he saw Shangguanyu's pale, lifeless face.

Jun Moyan's body trembled, his fingertips shook, and the white cloth fell off his fingertips, covering the lifeless face of Shangguanyu again.

Jun Moyan's legs softened and he almost sat on the ground. Fortunately, he even held the edge of the operating table with his hands.

"Jun Mo Yan..."

Wen Xiaoai looked at Jun Moyan who couldn't even stand, and stepped forward subconsciously, but still didn't rush to help him.

Jun Mo Yan Qiang did not let the tears flow out of his eyes. He grasped the edge of the operating table and tightened his fingers inch by inch, until his fingertips were white.

He couldn't believe it now. The person who was alive yesterday is still lying here and can't move.