Chapter 39 The Choice of Love

"Where are you? Why don't you talk? Come back, honey, I love you, and you love me, don't you?" Even if Huo Yan was silent, Bai Rui was still confident and sure that Huo Yan was fine.

Bai Rui's soft voice, like the dew accidentally dripping from the petals, is crisp and beautiful, but for Huo Yan at this time, it is like a cold needle that sharply pierces Huo Yan's chest! The fists were uncontrollably clenched on his side, and his heart seemed to be tied by wires, strangling out countless bleeding wounds, and the pain raged like Ling Chi!

For a long time, Huo Yan almost thought that his lips could no longer open. He thought that he could no longer make a sound. It was so difficult that he tried to make a little sound. At this moment, it feels like he is already a twilight old man, with a hoarse and deep voice, which makes him feel harsh - "Hmm..." With all his strength, Huo Yan interpreted was just a tone sigh.

"I'm not angry. It's all wrong. I'm not good. Come back. I left my parents who love me and came to this strange place with you. In my world, you are the only one. Don't be angry anymore. Don't hate me, okay? Please..." Bai Rui sobbed slightly on the other side of the phone and compromised and asked for forgiveness.

"I have something else to do. I'll go back, but now you have to give me time." Huo Yan finally said a complete sentence, because Li Jialan over there had been pushed out of the first aid by the nurse. Let's go back and talk about it. I hung up the phone."

Nothing is more important than Li Jialan's safety. Huo Yan directly turned off his mobile phone.

At this time, Li Jialan had woken up. At the first sight of Huo Yan, she gave him a pale smile and said jokingly, "Well, are you scared by my witch's prank. Look, my acting is good. Even the doctor was cheated by me.

Huo Yan knew that Li Jialan wanted to reassure him. Because of this, his heart was cut fiercely.

Huo Yan's eyes are as deep as a secluded pool, but a bright smile appeared on the corners of his lips, "Yes, you have been deceived, you little liar!"

Li Jialan's smile is more bright, reflecting the pale and bloodless face, and her smile is as beautiful as pure white and soft moonlight. Well, you'd better go back. It's already late at night. The candlelight dinner is a little late, but it can also be remedied. Romantic night snack, with mellow wine, and then open the window to borrow a wisp of moonlight. A beautiful night will definitely make people who love each other happier. Li Jialan said these words in one breath, and the pain from her abdomen made her dark eyelashes shake slightly, just like the wings of a butterfly.

Listening to her favorite woman, when she was the weakest, she was still sketching a beautiful night with another woman for him. Huo Yan's heart rose with a sense of despair that she had never seen before, like a nasty spider slowly climbed on Huo Yan's forehead, weaving layers of nets in front of his eyes, sticking to him dead. He couldn't escape Open.

The sight fell on her elegant and charming face like a lily, with a touch of shocking scarlet blood hanging around her blood. Huo Yan's pupils tightened, her fingers began to tremble, and her heart was even more broken.

"Okay. Tonight will be as beautiful as you said. I don't know how much effort it took for Huo Yan to weave the cruelest lies, deceive himself, and deceive the woman in front of him, who is as pure as a lily and his favorite woman! Well, I'm leaving. I'll come to see you tomorrow!"

Li Jialan's eyes were as clear as a stream, with a glimmer of light jumping. She nodded to Huo Yan with a smile, waved her hand to Huo Yan slightly with one hand, and then was pushed to the ward by the nurse.

Huo Yan stood in the corridor, his feet as if they had been nailed to the ground by nails, unable to move half a step.

That night, he handed himself over to this lonely corridor.

Guarding outside Li Jialan's ward, he heard a slight suppressed crying and painful moans in the ward...

The bottom of Huo Yan's heart seemed to be stabbed by thousands of needles, and the pain made even his breathing intermittent. The whole seemed to fall into a black hole, and he indulged in the black hole and could not touch the unreachable phantom-like light in his desire.

In the early morning, Huo Yan gently walked into Li Jialan's ward. There were still rain and mist-like crystal tears on his thick eyelashes, and the blood quickly faded from Huo Yan's cheek. He shook his hand and his lips squirmed dryly, but he could not make a sound. For a long time, he he hesitantly touched the corners of her eyes with his fingers. His long dark eyelashes were as cold as rain and fog. The damp feeling made his fingers burn, and his heart was violently painful.

In his sleep, Li Jialan sang in pain again, Huo Yan's fingertips tightened painfully, and the unbearable boredom and pain in his chest were even deeper.

Huo Yan stared at Li Jialan, who was swaying in his unstable sleep for a long time, and a choice slowly appeared in his heart. His fists were slowly grasped, and his nails were deeply embedded in his palms. He didn't feel any pain at all.

Instead of being unstable for love and hatred, he would rather be reborn.

She is his, and he is even more hers. This determined vow will eventually withstand fate**. She will still be his, and he must be hers.

Deeply stared at Li Jialan again, Huo Yan resolutely left the ward.