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The doctor rushed up and said: "Quick, push it into the ambulance!"

Stopping here was originally to facilitate first aid, but Lin Dongyu woke up and fell into coma again, and suddenly became serious.

"Call her and see if she can wake her up!" the doctor said urgently, "It's best if she wakes up. Don't let her fall asleep!"

Mo Chen was so anxious that he completely forgot that he was still injured on his hand. While holding the stretcher cart and walking in, he called Lin Dongyu loudly: "Dong'er, Dong'er! Wake up quickly, don't sleep!"

He had never been so panicked in his life.

Even if it is an investment project worth tens of billions, he can proceed calmly and step by step. Even if it is unsuccessful, he will not lose his composure like he is now.

"Dong'er, I beg you, please don't sleep..."

Mo Chen's voice gradually became choked with sobs, and red blood oozed from his hand wrapped in a white bandage due to excessive movements.

Lin Dongyu's appearance looks very bad now. Her hair was covered with frost, even her lips were blue and white from the cold, and there was no trace of life in her body, which made Mo Chen feel that he might really lose her this time.

The heating in the ambulance was turned on in advance, and the medical staff were busy connecting all the monitors to Lin Dongyu. The doctor began to check the degree of frostbite on her body.

"Dong'er," Mo Chen suddenly said fiercely, "If you don't wake up, I won't be alive either!"

"Did you hear it?!"

"Without you, what's the point of living alone!"

At this moment, he really thought so.

Regret and self-blame gnawed at his heart.

If he had come earlier, if the tracker signal prepared by Lu Qi had been better, if he had sent an extra car of bodyguards to escort Lin Dongyu to and from get off work, what happened before him would not have happened.

His eyes were red, and big tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, falling silently onto Lin Dongyu's face.

"Dong'er, I'm serious. If you don't wake up, I will accompany you." Mo Chen's voice was hoarse.

"Do not……"

He heard a slight voice, and hurriedly wiped away his tears, and asked in surprise: "Is it you? Is it you Dong'er?"

"Can't……"

Lin Dongyu's consciousness was groggy, but "not wanting Mo Chen to die" had become her obsession. She murmured: "You can't die..."

Seeing the index on the monitor suddenly return to the safe range, the doctor was overjoyed and said: "It works! You continue!"

"Okay, when you wake up, I promise you not to die." Mo Chen said, "I promise. Do you still remember? We agreed that we would go to the concert together, and you said you wanted to see that person with your own eyes. Fountain Garden.”

"The fountain garden is really beautiful. Let's go there for our honeymoon, okay?"

"Fountain...garden?"

Mo Chen nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes! Fountain Garden. There are many white pigeons there, there will be artists performing there, and there is a lot of good music. Don't you like painting? When you get there, you can draw me a picture. Can you give it to me?"

Lin Dongyu was confused and could only grasp some key words in his words and repeat: "Painting, music..."

"Yes, it is."

Mo Chen suddenly remembered something, took out his cell phone and said, "I'm going to play a piece of music for you. This song you like very much. Lele's boyfriend is a musician. Maybe he even knows the singer who sang this song."

He opened the music software on his phone, found this song in his collection and played it:

"I told him

I told him some things never last forever

Sometimes they do but not forever

......"

A cheerful melody resounded in the carriage, and even though the lyrics were sad, the cheerful voice of the singer Qing Yue could not be concealed.

How could Lin Dongyu not be familiar with this song?

In order to make a custom cake for that concert, she listened to this song over and over again and again, and played the video of the singer's performance back and forth before taking a screenshot of the colorful stage that looked like a music box. Freeze the frame and make it into a cake.

The melody of this song has long been imprinted in her heart.

"I told him..." Following the melody, she hummed softly. Although the music was out of tune and out of tune, her voice became clearer and clearer.

"It sounds good..."

Mo Chen covered his face with one hand, tears streaming down his fingers. His voice was mixed with a thick nasal sound: "Dong'er sings so beautifully."