The cold-blooded president chased his wife to the crematorium after the divorce

"Qiao Qiao." The man's voice was hoarse and weak, and he sounded extremely weak.

Qiao Yan's voice was hoarse and frightened, and her voice trembled slightly: "Lu Tingshen."

Lu Tingshen raised his hand to wipe her tears and smiled gently: "Well, I'm fine."

The man's white and slender fingers were stained with blood. He wanted to wipe Qiao Yan's tears, but ended up wiping his own blood on her pretty little face.

Lu Tingshen knew that he probably wouldn't be able to leave alive today.

The rescue team will not come so quickly. All the ways out have been destroyed. It will take time for us to get the news from the higher-ups, report it, and bring people over.

The tears on Qiao Yan's cheeks could not stop falling, and her voice trembled violently: "Are you okay?"

Lu Tingshen was bleeding a lot. She didn’t know how serious his injuries were, but bleeding so much could be fatal.

Qiao Yan's body was covered in the man's scarlet blood.

Lu Tingshen's tone was somewhat amusing, and he said nonchalantly: "Qiao Qiao, my spine seems to have been broken by a rock."

He said palely, "It hurts a little."

When Qiao Yan heard this, tears began to fall uncontrollably, and her heart felt as if something was pulling it tight.

"It's okay, someone will come to rescue us." Qiao Yan forced a smile to comfort him.

Lu Tingshen felt that he had no strength all over his body, and his blood was slowly flowing out of his body.

But Qiao Yan had no way to help him deal with it. The steel bar on the man's leg pierced his calf and the stone pressed on him.

They were trapped in this narrow corner, leaning against each other, and any movement of Qiao Yan would only aggravate Lu Tingshen's wounds.

She could only watch Lu Tingshen bleed profusely in front of her.

Qiao Yan could only watch Lu Tingshen's life slip away bit by bit in front of her, but she could do nothing.

Lu Tingshen knew her too well. If he really died in front of Qiao Yan.

Even if she got married and had children in this life, she would never be able to be happy and free.

She would be trapped in this narrow corner forever and would never be able to get out.

His daughter seems to be carefree and doesn't care about anything. She values ​​friendship and loyalty the most and loves to nitpick.

Lu Tingshen also knew his physical condition. He was not a person who was afraid of death, but he was afraid that Qiao Yan would be trapped in this life because of him.

"Qiao Qiao, if I die, don't feel sad for me."

"It has nothing to do with you. Don't blame yourself because of me."

The man raised his bloody hand to wipe her unstoppable tears, and said in a gentle voice: "I will be very happy if you come to see me every year."

“They say that when people die, they turn into stars in the sky.”

"Then I will become the brightest star to bless you."

When Qiao Yan heard the man's words, she felt as if a ball of cotton was stuffed in her heart, suffocating her and making her unable to breathe.

The man's voice became weaker and weaker, his face was pale and bloodless, and his voice became lower and lower: "Qiao Qiao, I want to go to Iceland to chase the northern lights. You can go and see it for me later."

In the last moments of his life, the man whispered in her ear: "Qiao Qiao, I'm sorry."

What is he doing to her?

Qiao Yan didn't understand what was said, and she didn't realize it. She just felt like a hole was torn in her heart.

"Lu Tingshen, little Luzi, don't sleep."

"I beg you."

Qiao Yan held the man's face and cried with tears all over her face. Her fingers kept shaking. She cried out helplessly:

"Help, is there anyone?"