Chapter 1472: Except Wushan is not a cloud 23

Chapter 1472, except that Wushan is not a cloud 23
Qing night looked at his own hand, and the tears of Joe’s whispering kept falling on his hands, and it was hot.
This made the whole heart of Qing’s night squatted, and it hurt like that.
Qing night also cried with helplessness. He reached out and touched Qiao’s face gently and wiped her tears. "Small, promise me, you must live well, no matter... cough... no matter what If you have any difficulties, you have to work hard, okay?"
"Then you..." Chaucer grabbed the hand that wiped her tears for her, crying and crying. "I am alive, why can't you live... you are not willing to live... Why do you want me to live? ..."
Qing night heard her so uncomfortable whimper, frowning her frown, and looked at her with pain. She gently pulled out a bitter smile. "I'm sorry... I promise you, next life, I will work hard in my next life." Live to a hundred years old... Xiao Yan, can you promise me?"
Chaucer cried and shook his head, and refused to promise him.
However, the night's hand slowly loosened, and it was weakly put down. Joe rubbed his hand and hurriedly grabbed him. He coughed out blood like a night, but he tried hard to pull on her. With a pale smile, the voice is weak: "Small, I am really tired..."
Joe rubbed his eyes and stared at him, tearing, so afraid of despair, but he did not dare to ask him to stay again...
"Let me go... Go, for me, it’s relief..." Qing night suddenly stared at her very seriously and seriously, as if she had to carefully see Qiao Wei’s man in the end. He looked at her seriously, his voice was very light and light, and he was almost out of breath: "Small, you have to... live well..."
Chaucer cried his face and nodded, saying that he promised him to live well.
However, after Qing’s night got her promise, she finally felt relieved. He finally closed his eyes slowly.
Then, just close your eyes and never wake up again.
Chaucer looked at his hand that was slowly falling down, and he was too dull to respond.
After a long time, she finally got the courage to gently shake the hands of the night, the lips shivered slightly, and whispered to him: "Qing night, Qing night..."
Qing did not answer anymore.
He didn't move, closed his eyes, and let her shout, she didn't answer any more.
Chaucer hugged him and couldn't cry himself.
She owes the life of the night, long-lasting owe, and no chance to return.
It turns out that this is the meaning of life. It makes people feel sober, but they have to admit that what is called loss.
Chaucer didn't think that she would leave her at night, but even if she did everything, she still felt that the internal organs were convulsing.
Why are you dying...
Why must I die?
Why do people who want to live very hard and finally die?
Chaucer is holding on to the chilling night, and it is getting more and more painful.
On the day when Qing was buried, the weather was very bad. There was a big rain in the snow city, and it was rumbled.
But Chaucer went up the mountain and was in a daze in front of the grave of Qing Ye.
She didn't bring an umbrella, so she let her drizzle, until she gradually lost consciousness, so she passed out.
I don't know if I will die here either...
(End of this chapter)