Chapter 347: The wealthy wife's Shura Field (66)

The man pursed his cherry-red lips and shook his head in disapproval: "It's cold outside, you are weak."
Raising his hand and gently rubbing Fu Yue's head, Qi Jin said softly and softly: "Yueyue, don't mess around."
The woman's pale eyebrows drooped, "Even, there is rarely such a heavy snow in Beicheng, I was thinking..."
"If we don't hold an umbrella and walk forward in the snow, can we get to Baitou together?"
Qi Jin looked at Fu Yue deeply, then nodded gently, and said with a dumb voice, "Okay."
What you want to do, I will accompany you naturally.
The morning dew is not in the sun, and the snow is clear.
On the plain snow, without a trace of dust, the disturbing world becomes pure at this moment.
Qi Jin and Fu Yue didn't hold an umbrella, they walked slowly in the snow, letting the cool snowdrops fall on their shoulders, on the black hair, and then turned into waterdrops, sliding down their sharpened beautiful chins. , Gradually sinking into the neck.
Fu Yue raised her hand to pick up the falling snow, her shadow was stretched long, moonlight shed, cold as water, set against the color of snow, she interpreted a stunningly beautiful picture.
Qi Jin didn't know how long he stood, his eyes kept staring at Fu Yue until his shoulders were covered with a thin layer of snow, and the coolness was almost bitter.
Fu Yue glanced at the snow beads on her hair, and then at the dense snow on the other's head, she curled her eyes towards Qi Jin, "Lianzhi, you see our hair is gray."
She pursed her lips childishly, and then said to herself: "This can be regarded as a dead end with you..."
Then Fu Yue was stunned, because she saw Qi Jin crying.
People who have always been indifferent and beautiful have tears in the corners of their eyes, and the crystal tears slid down the white and beautiful chin, drawing an arc.
Fu Yue smiled, then opened her arms and tilted her head and said: "Lianzhi, can you give me a hug?"
Qi Jin hugged her, and then Fu Yue's thin body fell softly, vomiting a mouthful of blood, a little bit of blood, and fell into the pure white and flawless snow.
Hongmei Yingxue.
Despair flashed in the man's eyes. For the first time, he felt that death was so terrible. This person, so far away from him, seemed to be unable to catch him anymore.
He picked up the thin person in his arms, and said with a trembling voice, "Don't be afraid, Yueyue, I will take you to the doctor right away. It will be fine, it will be fine..."
Qi Jin's words didn't know whether he was comforting Fu Yue or comforting himself.
Fu Yue stopped him, "No, it's useless. I don't want to die on the hospital bed, it's good here..."
"This snow is beautiful."
The beauty is half lying on the snow, half lying in the arms of her lover. Snowy skin and ink hair, an incredible picture.
It is the process of death.
"Even, I know, you never believed me..."
Fu Yue raised his hand to help him wipe away the tears, and said softly: "But I hope you, will you trust me one last time?"
The beautiful officer looked at her, then slowly nodded, "Okay."
The pale and stunning woman has a beautiful arc at the corners of her light-colored lips, and her voice is soft and firm.
"In the next life, we will meet again, and I will continue to love you."
What a beautiful love story.
If there is another life, I will say a few more words I love you, because this is what I owe you in this life.
If in my next life, I will never lie to you anymore, confession is the best explanation.
Because I know that you will forgive me.