Carl just noticed, but he didn't expect it to be so serious.

Looking at Fu Siyu's face, it was as pale as paper.

Carl looked at the blood in his hand and the blood rose blooming on Fu Siyu.

No matter once or now, he doesn't want to kill Fu Siyu all the time.

So Carl thought, that's it. Let Fu Siyu die like this. He should die!

But why are his hands shaking.

He is a killer. At the moment, he can clearly feel the loss of Fu Siyu's life bit by bit.

Carl kept repeating a sentence in his heart: don't save him, don't save him

When Fu Siyu died, he didn't have to suffer.

So

be it so!

·

When Fu Siyu opened his eyes again, the world was blue and white. He felt like a ghost floating in heaven

But it was only a moment's feeling. Fu Siyu stared at the sky for a long time, and then sat up from the deck.

He looked down at his chest, raised his hand and gently pressed it. He found that the wound was only slightly painful. It should be healing soon.

Looks like he's been in a coma for a long time.

Carl finally chose to save him.

At this time, he was on the fishing boat, surrounded by the sea, the sky was very blue, and everything looked so beautiful.

Not far from where he lay, in the middle of the fishing boat, was a crematorium covered with dry firewood and flowers.

"..." when Fu Siyu saw the crematorium, his pupils, which had been somewhat lax, suddenly shrank.

Finally, he turned his head and looked at the man sitting in the boat.

Hearing the movement behind him, Carl turned back in an instant.

Looking at the man who had been in a coma for half a month, he suddenly sat up from the deck. Carl was surprised and looked more moved.

But when Fu Siyu looked over, Fu Siyu's face had returned to nature and incomparable calm.

Their eyes collided. Carl turned his head quickly and didn't open it. He pointed his face at the sea and said faintly, "your life is very big."

Because Fu Siyu lost too much blood, there was no match for his blood type in the town. The doctor at the clinic said that he could not survive for half a month.

Fu Siyu looked at Carl with complex eyes. He didn't speak, but stood up from the deck, stabilized his body, and walked towards the bow.

Aware of Fu Siyu's approach, Carl's back stiffened unconsciously.

Fu Siyu walked slowly because the fishing boat was shaking.

As his breath drew closer and closer, Carl's whole body tightened into a Xuan.

Fu Siyu stopped at the bow and sat down next to Carl's back. Then he naturally put his chin on Carl's shoulder and put his hands around his waist from behind.

Carl's body trembled instinctively. Although he had tried to relax himself, his body had already produced a rejection and fear of Fu Siyu.

"I heard it."

"Forgive me when you say I wake up."

Fu Siyu's face gently rubbed Carl's neck, and his hoarse voice was full of joy.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but when he realized that he was trapped in the dark, he heard Carl's voice.

That's why he woke up.

Carl's body became more and more stiff. He didn't expect Fu Siyu, who was in a coma, to hear those words clearly.

The heart has a moment of panic.

Fu Siyu's hand was tighter and tighter. He could clearly feel the strong heartbeat on his back.