Ten billion wealthy daughters

Qing'an stood by the hospital bed, holding his hand.

The handsome man was in a coma, and looked haggard, which was unbearable.

She originally thought that she had a lot to say, but at this moment, she didn't have to say anything.

She didn't want to cry either, because there were more important things to do.

She can beat him, scold him, blame him; she can blame him - why hide everything and bear it alone.

Why can't you believe in yourself and face it with yourself; why don't you say anything...

But she didn't.

She was unusually quiet, only looking at the person in front of her, trying her best to engrave his brows and eyes in her eyes and keep them in her heart.

She was a little scared.

In fact, after seeing the letter left by her master, she is as smart as she is, what else does she not understand?

I didn't know it before, firstly, I really didn't know, and secondly, emotion blinded my eyes, so it was easy to be led to other places, and I would no longer pay attention to the things Rui wanted to hide.

But when someone breaks through the confusion, there are always some strange behaviors in the past that suddenly become more reasonable. As long as you connect them a little bit, you can draw a thrilling conclusion.

During the two days of rushing, she became more and more frightened day by day, the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to cry.

How stupid are you?

She only thought that her rebirth was unique in heaven and earth, and that it was God's favor for her—but she didn't know that there was a person behind her, overcoming thorns and thorns, tearing heart and blood, and using half of her life in exchange for her rebirth in the whole life, peace and joy .

Her heart hurts.

The pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe, and she seemed to be numb. She hid a lot of words and pondered for a long time, thinking about how to speak when she saw him.

But... when she saw him, he had fallen into a deep coma again, and he didn't open his eyes to speak to her again.

She held his hand—it felt that his hand was much thinner than before, and it was also a lot thinner than when he was at the ball; his hand was not warm enough, it was a little cold, she held his hand , leaning on her face, trying to give him a little warmth.

"Lin Yurui." She read his name, "No matter what you see, remember that I am waiting for you."

"I am Xia Qing'an, you are Lin Yurui, remember, if you want to live, I will save you."

"I will definitely save you!"

This is not a promise, but a certainty.

What Xia Qingan wants to do, she can definitely do it.

She has never been so serious in her life - and probably never will in the future.

In the future, I will never blame you or doubt you. If you wake up, scold me, blame me, blame me, or make fun of me, it’s all right.

Well, I don't blame you, it's my privilege to give you.

Outside the room, Xia Yuankang looked upstairs worriedly—the butler Lin was stubborn, and only asked Qing'an to visit Lin Yurui, and guarded the room door himself, not even Anon, let alone other people .

Zhang Zhao patted his hand, signaling him to be calm.

Qing'an's boyfriend, as a good best friend, she knew before; but since she knew that he broke up with Qing'an and seemed to have a fiancée, she lost interest. Just looking at it now, I'm afraid it may not be So what happened.

And on the way, Anong and Qing'an talked in Huaxia, and she didn't miss it—it just sounded like this person's condition was not a normal one, maybe she could still use it as a Taoist priest.

Qing'an's affairs are her affairs, Zhang Zhao thought to himself——in any case, he must help.