Chapter 168 Life is on the line

There is a roaring wind in my ear, and behind me is a huge fire.

The endless heat wave, like a long dragon swallowing the tongue of fire, opened its mouth and swept towards her...

Thoughts stagnated in an instant, and the body roasted by the fire finally lost consciousness...

The last scene left in my memory, the familiar strange wood fragrance, a solid and broad chest, an extremely powerful heartbeat... It's his heartbeat...

The eyes suddenly opened and were stung by everything around him. His drowsy head turned with difficulty, but he looked at a haggard and familiar face.

Bai Shu'an blinked doubtfully and wanted to open her mouth, but her throat was dry and painful. She tried several times, but she couldn't make a sound. She struggled to move her body, but disturbed the person who was dozed off by the bed.

"Shuan, you're awake!" With unparalleled joy in her surprised tone, Bai Shu'an looked at the side of the bed with tears, as if Zhang Jinyan, who had been ten years old in a few days, was a little stunned for a moment.

"Just wake up, just wake up." Zhang Jinyan muttered to himself that there was light and shadow in his dark eyes, bright and dark, shining with unspeakable complexity.

At this time, the tired body lying in ** suddenly became restless, as if she had exhausted all her strength and constantly struggled to get up. She tore the infusion needle on her arm desperately, and her hoarse throat gurd. However, after talking for a long time, Zhang Jinyan only vaguely heard two words: "Han Feng , Han Feng..."

Zhang Jinyan, who was at a loss, suppressed her crazy body with both hands and shouted in a trembling voice, "Shua'an, don't be excited first. Listen to me... Han Feng is not dead, he is not dead..."

The body that calmed down in vain was no longer struggling or crazy. He only clenched his sleeves tightly with both hands, as if he had grasped the last life-saving straw, opened a pair of heartbreakingly clear eyes, and stared at him fixedly.

He knew that she was begging herself... Take her to see him...

However, Zhang Jinyan just gently blurred her messy hair on her temples and carefully comforted her weak body again. In a low voice, he still trembled slightly and said gently, "Shua'an, do you listen to me? You have a high fever and have been in a coma for three days and nights. I'm waiting for you here. Three nights... I know you will wake up, because you have always been so strong.

It seemed that she couldn't understand the meaning of Zhang Jin's words at all. Bai Shu'an looked at him motionlessly. The once graceful face was not seen for more than a month, and his temples were white. The original shiny forehead was covered with folded wrinkles, which looked haggard.

"I've really thought a lot these days... For more than 20 years, every time you were sick, every time you needed your father, I didn't stay by your side..."

At this time, he straightened his head, his eyes were full of regret, and tears slipped down his cheeks. His voice was hoarse, but he still said persistently, "Shu'an, can you forgive me? Forgive me, my irresponsible father, forgive me for my mistakes over the years... I know, I was wrong from the beginning. I shouldn't let your mother Mom lives alone, I shouldn't give up your mother and daughter..."

I don't know whether it was because her thoughts were too chaotic, or because this shocking news was too abrupt. Bai Shu'an didn't feel moved at all. She even felt a little ridiculous. Listening to Zhang Jinyan's heartbreaking crying, listening to his late confession and confession and confession, her heart There is only sarcasm.

It turned out that she also had a father. It turned out that her father knew her existence from a very young age, just because he was afraid of the condemnation of public opinion and the fear of affecting her reputation because of her appearance, which led to her becoming an unknown "ilmantic daughter" among the world.

What a glorious and ridiculous identity of the "private daughter" of the head of Yuncheng!

"That day, when Shiyao knew that you were Daiyun's daughter, she told me... In fact, since the first time I saw you on the cruise ship last summer, I began to doubt your identity, because your eyes really look like your mother... However, because of Bo Xuan, I'm not sure. In fact, I should have thought of it a long time ago... Shu'an, Shiyao, although she has done a lot of wrong things, she is your own sister. Can you forgive her... Anyway, she saved Hanfeng with her own life..."

Zhang Jinyan's confession continued. However, she could no longer hear it. She just closed her eyes tightly and closed her ears. At this moment, she was like an isolated hedgehog, shrinking her lonely soul tightly into the cold body.

*****

Late night, in the ward.

Luo Tianqi sat alone in the sofa chair under the window, his eyes were sluggish and his expression was dull.

In front of the bed, Bai Shu'an sat in a wheelchair and looked at the familiar face of the sick ** unconscious for a moment.

Fang Rulin stood behind her and whispered, "Fortunately, the police in ambush around rescued in time, and the firefighters also arrived on time to rescue you in the shortest time."

I took a deep breath, and my beautiful face showed a little unbearable, and my mood became ups and downs: "When Chairman Luo and I rushed to the scene, I happened to see the police rescue you from the ruins. At that time... At that time, the two of you hugged each other tightly, and we couldn't be separated. There was no choice but to use a stretcher to lift You are in the ambulance..."

After a pause, he sniffed fiercely and continued with difficulty, "Han Feng... wrapped you tightly in his arms with his whole body, so you were just smoked to your throat by smoke and hot air. For a moment, your breathing was blocked and you fainted. The rest of your body was not a big deal. However, Han Feng's head was hit by a flying stone, so he was injured... That's why he was unconscious.

Cold drops of water, drop by drop, connected into a line, silently fell on the slender palm in front of the bed, slowly stretched out the slender white hand, rubbed the back of his warm hand over and over with the temperature of the palm, carefully picked it up, and gently put it on his cheek...

Staring reluctantly at his pale face, the banded forehead, the long dark and thick eyelashes under the closed eyes, the straight nose, the tight thin lips, the strong and cold, will only smile at her, and the perfect face that will only become soft because of her...

She was greedy for the weak temperature of his palm. At this moment, she had no choice but to beg silently in her heart, beg him not to give up, beg him to be brave and persevere, and beg that the deep eyes could open quickly and look at her again, even if it was just a glance...