"Brother gave me warmth... Thank you for it..."

"Child."

Listening to the soft voice that would disappear at any time, Fan Yetao said uneasy: "Cake up."

"Can't cheer up..."

"Brother...I'm a little sleepy...I'll sleep for a while..."

"Just a moment..." He Mingqiu's eyes closed completely, and his hands were hanging weakly in Fan Yetao's palm.

The bronze-colored slender hand formed a sharp contrast between strength and weakness with his white, tender and slender fingers.

Fan Yetao was stunned.

Looking at He Mingqiu who was gone, his tough and handsome face became helpless.

As the youngest combat commander in the country, he turned the tide and saved the lives of countless armies.

But he was helpless about the current situation.

Because of his faults and mistakes, a young life has come to an end...

A deep guilt and self-blame surged in Fan Yetao's heart, and his eyes were filled with sadness and helplessness.

He hadn't experienced this feeling of powerlessness that penetrated his bones for a long time.

I still remember the last time I cried desperately when he was young, he didn't close the cage and his beloved pet bird flew out mischievously and was caught by his family to make it into bird soup.

At that time, he cried until the corners of his eyes were bleeding.

I keep myself in a dark room every day.

Holding the bird cage, he talked nonsense nervously.

I often cry halfway through the speech.

He blamed himself for his negligence...

Fan Yetao brushed away the blood splashed on He Mingqiu's nose, and his sword eyebrows were stretched softly.

His mature and steady voice was filled with a strong promise:

"Child, my brother promised to teach you how to fall in love, my brother won't go back on his word."

"My brother is terminally ill and will die in three months. At that time, you will wait for your brother in the afternoon. After learning about his three-month love experience, I will teach you well."

"If you feel that waiting is too long, go reincarnate earlier."

"Brother doesn't drink Mengpo soup. Brother goes to the world where you are reincarnated to find you, and use the age of the next life to atone for your sins..."

"Dingling--"

The ringtone of the cell phone interrupted Fan Yetao's words.

Seeing the "120" displayed on the screen, Fan Yetao did not dare to delay and quickly connected.

"Sir, we have arrived at a location near you."

"How is the injured person in good condition?"

The young nurse's voice sounded anxious.

There was a noise of ambulances honking desperately.

They were rushing over to rescue with all their might.

The sound on the phone was as clear as a trial for Fan Yetao.

His mouth seemed to have great resistance to open.

The wind blew Fan Yetao's eyes and eyes that became decadent, and in a silence, he spoke with difficulty:

"He is in a very unhappy state and his breathing has stopped."

"I dare not touch him. He was hit so far, so many bones on his body were misplaced."

"He also shed a lot of blood and was soaked in the blood."

Three sentences, each of which made the young nurse's heart beat.

She trembled and said, "Don't worry, we'll cross a street and we'll arrive."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Fan Yetao's eyes were red. Looking at He Mingqiu who was "sleeping" in a pool of blood, he saw the pet bird he had when he was young.

The soul of the pet bird is accusing him of why he is always so careless.

He didn't mean it.

He really didn't mean it.

He just wanted to assemble the newly bought cage quickly and give the pet bird a new environment.

He didn't know that in just a moment, he became the last moment for the pet bird to die in the world.
Chapter completed!