"Third Master, are you ok?" The subordinates couldn't take care of the pain on their own body, so they quickly got up and looked for Jin Yanchen's figure. The flashlight lights up one by one, lighting up an area in the rainy night

"I'm here." When the subordinates couldn't find Jin Yanchen in a panic, his only deep voice rang out. People subconsciously turned to see, the light of the flashlight suddenly concentrated on Jin Yanchen's face

the sudden light made Jin Yanchen squint subconsciously. Raised his hand to block the excess light, the subordinates responded and quickly removed the flashlight. There is a flash of light, a white shadow flash away

as soon as Jin Yanchen's eyes brightened, he walked in that direction. The crowd also hastened to catch up, and the light suddenly moved

"cold and cold..." Jin Yanchen's eyes were fixed and bent down to pick up the white steps on the ground. He pinched his fingers tightly and his eyes were full of red blood

"go." Now that they have found the white cloth here, they are looking in the right direction. Jin Yanchen's vision became more and more dark, and his vision fell into the darkness ahead

"let all those who searched come back!" Now that the direction has been found, there is no need for the searchers to continue. After all, he also knew that if the scope of the search was expanded, it would be very easy to cause an accident

immediately someone went down to work, but they continued to move on. It's just like walking out of ten meters, and there's a touch of white in the lighting range

"cold!" Jin Yanchen's eyes brightened, and his feet quickened and ran quickly. The sound of rain in my ears seemed to disappear suddenly, leaving only the white shadow in my eyes

cold

the closer to Jin Yanchen, the faster his heart beat, but his pace slowed down gradually. The line of sight is constantly sweeping on the white shadow, but the bottom of the eyes is uncertain

these are the clothes Han Han is wearing today. His body looks like Han Han, and his hair...

in the end, Jin Yanchen stops and looks at the people in front of him, but he never dares to go there. If not? It was just a pause. Jin Yanchen quickly stepped forward and picked up the person

it must be, it must be his cold

"cold!" The face of the person in his arms is so familiar. He'll never forget it for the rest of his life. It's Hanhan, it's his Hanhan