My husband is cold and heartless, we are reborn and divorced

Jiang Wan did not feel that he was slowly dying. Instead, he felt the pain in his body becoming more and more obvious.

"what....."

She uttered a weak sound.

His squinted eyes were still heavy.

She couldn't open her eyes, but she felt that her hearing and smell were unusually sensitive.

My lips touched a hot, wet liquid.

The dry mouth made Jiang Wan unable to help but suck that little bit of liquid.

A strong fishy and rusty smell spread in the mouth.

Jiang Wan froze. Isn't this the taste of blood?

Ah, which beast is feeding her blood?

Jiang Wan was very resistant.

How could she drink raw blood?

Absolutely disagree.

She tried her best to resist, but found herself trapped in this body.

No matter how she struggled, she couldn't move at all.

Jiang Wan saw an arrow covered in dried blood next to a rock.

Only half.

Jiang Wan felt like he had broken away from that body.

After realizing that she could see, Jiang Wan turned her head. She wanted to see who the hell was feeding her something.

Fu, Fu Yan.

He is not the same Fu Yan today. Although his appearance has not changed much, he can still be recognized at a glance.

This is Fu Yan more than ten years later.

Jiang Wan turned his head and looked around.

It is a cave with a harsh environment.

Watching everything in front of me silently.

It is so familiar. These scenes have appeared before me and left a deep impression on me.

How could she forget the scene that was related to her life and death?

She recognized it.

This is where she was shot and died in her previous life.

It is also the place where she was reborn.

Ok?

Jiang Wan found himself standing up, but Fu Yan didn't notice at all.

She looked back and found that Jiang Wan was lying in his arms, and she didn't know whether he was seriously injured and unconscious or dead.

Jiang Wan in Fu Yan's arms had a pale face and closed eyes.

Fu Yan, who was holding her in his arms, was not in much better condition either. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his pale and bloodless face.

There was even mud on his cheeks.

There is a huge difference between this and the usual bright and cheerful Fu Yan.

"Jiang Wan, wake up..." a dry and trembling voice murmured.

The real Jiang Wan took two steps back.

Fu Yan spoke?

His eyes were filled with red bloodshot like Shura's.

Jiang Wan had never seen Fu Yan like this.

He was clearly a favored child of heaven, but now he seemed to have lost everything and became an abandoned child with nothing.

"I haven't answered you yet. You can't fall asleep. If you keep sleeping, you will never know the answer..." He closed his eyes and said weakly with his forehead against Jiang Wan.

Jiang Wan moved forward slowly.

At this time, Jiang Wan was already dead.

Jiang Wan looked at Fu Yan who had his eyes closed.

Fu Yan, just tell her and deceive her.

She wants to hear it so much, can't she just say "I like you" instead after eighteen years?

"Jiang Wan, if you can open your eyes and wake up, I will tell you whatever you want to hear..."

He buried his head in the woman who was already breathless, and murmured softly: "I will never tell you after we fall asleep."

Jiang Wan paused and raised his right hand.

Describing the outline of Fu Yan.

Seems to have lost a lot of weight.

But is this guy stupid? Jiang Wan is already dead, but he is still cutting his wrists to feed his blood. I don’t know what he is thinking.

Wouldn’t it be good to get out alive?

Is it necessary to sacrifice two lives?

If it was Jiang Wan in the previous life, she probably wouldn't want to see Fu Yan like this, right?

Fu Yan's hands were covered in blood, a mixture of Fu Yan's and Jiang Wan's blood.

"Jiang Wan..." Fu Yan opened his eyes with great effort and looked at Jiang Wan, who was lying in his arms with her eyes closed and not saying a word.

"Jiang Wan, you can't abandon me...Wake up and come and see me. Seeing how miserable and pitiful I am now, I'm sure you will feel much better, right?"

Fu Yan smiled to himself and looked at the person in his arms.

"Jiang Wan, you are my wife."

Jiang Wan squatted opposite Fu Yan, turned his head and sneered, "Of course I know, don't you always say that I am your wife? Just a wife you don't love."

Jiang Wan turned back to look at Fu Yan again...

A moment of stunned silence.

Fu Yan...is he crying?

"you......"

In front of me, the unattainable man was holding the woman in his arms, crying so hard that his facial muscles were twitching, and his previously pale face turned rosy.

His body couldn't stop shaking. He hugged her tightly, his voice hoarse, weak and collapsed, "Don't... Don't... Jiang Wan..."

"......I love you."

Jiang Wan's raised hand froze in mid-air.

Love?

Are you talking to Jiang Wan who is already dead?

In the previous life, when Jiang Wan was about to die, she begged Fu Yan desperately, wanting him to say that he loved her.

She had never heard Fu Yan talk about love in the past eighteen years.

Even before she died, she begged Fu Yan to lie to her.

Even if I have to lie to myself, I still want to hear him say "I love you".

What he didn't get during his lifetime, he got after Jiang Wan's death.

All the emotions burst out noisily.

Jiang Wan felt miserable when she saw Fu Yan hugging her skinny waist.

As if overwhelmed by sadness.

Jiang Wan suddenly felt his heart begin to ache.

Jiang Wan knew that this pain might not be because of Fu Yan, but because of the stupid and foolish 'Jiang Wan' in the previous life.

"Fu Yan, Jiang Wan is dead."

Jiang Wan squatted in front of Fu Yan, but Fu Yan could not hear Jiang Wan's voice.

He was still immersed in sorrow.

it hurts.

Jiang Wan thought that his mind was controlled by Jiang Wan from his previous life. He couldn't stop it and it just hurt.

She thought that this might be the obsession of Jiang Wan, who grew up in the boudoir in her previous life and followed the rules.

"Jiang Wan..."

"Jiang Wan!"

Jiang Wan suddenly woke up, and the first thing he saw was Fu Yan's frightened eyes.

"Fu Yan..."

The pale face of Fu Yan in the dream just now was still flashing in my mind.

"Jiang Wan, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?"

Fu Yan held a handkerchief in his hand and wiped the sweat off Jiang Wan's forehead.

Jiang Wan looked at the people.

"Are you in pain..."

Fu Yan frowned, his eyes blank, "What's wrong with me?"

"I asked you if it hurts?"

Jiang Wan held Fu Yan's hand, his fingertips touching his wrist.

It was smooth there, not as bloody and exposed as in the dream.

"But it's a nightmare?" Fu Yan held Jiang Wan's hand, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Jiang Wan raised her eyes and looked at him. Only when she felt the real touch did she feel alive again.

Jiang Wan was convinced that it was not an ordinary dream.

If this was a dream, I should be the Jiang Wan who fell into Fu Yan's arms.

How could he escape from Jiang Wan's body?

And why do I have such a dream?

Unfortunately, no one can explain it to her now.