"Xiaoqian, no need." LAN Yichen said weakly, looking at her beautiful face and white wedding dress, she showed a handsome smile, "Xiaoqian, you are so beautiful today, I finally see you wearing wedding dress."

Unfortunately

The groom is not him!

The whole body is more and more weak, his smile gradually dissipates.

He looks at Ling Xiaoqian.

Lips.

Slightly, slowly close, very close to her lips, slowly, kiss her lips!

A light kiss.

A touch.

It's really like a dream.

Ling Xiaoqian didn't move. He was just stunned.

Ji chuyang wants to see her a few more eyes. He tries to open his eyes, but his eyelids are still closed quietly. His body is unable to pour into Ling Xiaoqian's arms, quietly, without the slightest breath.

"Yichen..." Ling Xiaoqian hugged him with tears in his eyes, but still no tears, no thinking, like heart death, no feeling.

But

If the heart dies.

Why is the chest still so painful?

Even breathing is the pain of grasping the heart

"Yichen, will you answer me?" She whispered, did not look down at him, she knew that he was still open eyes, he did not close his eyes, eyes are still looking at her, "Yichen, you know? It's good to be with you. If I can, I hope it will be a lifetime. "

As long as he's around.

That's happiness.

Do not need any words, do not need the relative line of sight, do not need skin contact, as long as there is him around, for her, it is already happiness.

However, such simple happiness does not belong to her at all.

"Yichen, you talk, you talk good..." she kept saying, looking forward to his voice suddenly sounded, that kind of joy, must be speechless.

But in the end.

She couldn't hear any echo.

Slowly, she looked down at the way he closed his eyes, as if very tired, close your eyes to sleep, never wake up.

She reached out and held the ring in his hand tightly.