An Ning’s breath was subtle and she stretched out her blood-stained hands trembling: "Brother Yucheng, I…I am sorry. I deserve to die. I wish you and Su Chacha…A happy life…. "
After An Ning finished her words, her hands fell down.
Her lip somehow was stained with blood, made her face paler and terrible.
"Xiaoning!" Zhan Yucheng firmly grasped her hand, "Xiaoning, I will not let you die!"
Zhan Yucheng’s eyes were still red. He couldn’t forget the unborn child of him and Su Chacha, but he wouldn’t let An Ning die!
Even if he didn’t love her, she must be alive and live a better life.
"Xiaoning, you can't die! You can't die! "
Seeing Zhan Yucheng tightly embrace An Ning into the arms, An Kang relieved.
It’s true that the rules of self-injury always worked.
In this world, no matter how cold a person looked, he would be touched by something.
As long as Zhan Yucheng thought An Ning saved him from the fire, he would never abandon her.