Song Qinghan was lying on a cold jade bed at this moment.
Surrounded by her are lush forests, where spiritual mist is everywhere and the source energy is sufficient. Ordinary people can even restore the aging organs to their vitality after taking a breath.
But her delicate body was cold and as angry as a slept, the fragile residual soul in her body was about to dissipate.
Seeing that Song Qinghan's vital signs were about to disappear, the gem on her chest suddenly flashed a dark red light.
Unlike usual, this red light now looks particularly dazzling, weird, and even soul-stirring. After being dying again and again, he finally couldn't help it.
Immediately afterwards, she felt that her soul was being pulled away in a trance.
In the hazy dimness, a tall and majestic figure appeared in front of her.
The back was wrapped in thick gray fog, and it was out of reach. Song Qinghan looked at the outline that was faintly visible in the fog, and a long-lost sense of intimacy evoked from her heart. Her nose felt sore and almost shed tears.
"Is it worth it to overdraw the soul like this suicide...?"
A gentle voice came from the front, with a tone full of love and worry.
Song Qinghan's eyes were blurred with tears, and a long-depressed grievance spread from the bottom of his heart, and eventually turned into sobs.
"Why...why are you coming out now?"
Song Qinghan's tears were choking, and thousands of words finally turned into a resentful anger.
"Xiaohan, I'm sorry for you."
The tall figure was silent for a moment, his tone was filled with guilt and heartache.
Song Qinghan kept shaking her head, and a happy smile appeared on her face. Her delicate body was weak and weak, with tears slits, and she looked very pitiful.
"How many people in your life deserve your life?"
The hazy figure asked again, without any hesitation.
Song Qinghan lowered his head slightly and gently wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes.
"There are four, you, my mother, and a lovely sister, and..."
"My husband?"
After realizing that the body was about to die and the soul was about to dissipate, Song Qinghan's voice had a hint of crying, and she murmured with tears in her mouth.
The tall black figure couldn't help but laugh.
"Is my old friend's son? He is indeed very good, and I feel relieved to hand you over to him."
After hearing this, Song Qinghan felt a strong sadness and reluctance in his heart.
She shook her head heavily and said with difficulty: "It's a pity... I will never see him again."
"I really love him... He is the only person I have in this world, and I really want to be with him for the rest of my life... never be separated."
Maybe he felt that he might really be unable to overcome this hurdle. Song Qinghan's psychological defense was broken and his emotions were completely collapsed. He cried and told many words that were pressing in his heart for a long time.
"He is really nice to me... He obviously had nothing to do with him at the beginning, but he rescued me... I was isolated from the world for ten years and didn't know anything about the outside world, not only did he not dislike me, but he kept on his own.
Taking care of my food, clothing, housing and transportation... Whenever I am in danger, he will always come to save me without hesitation."
"He also respects me very much. He discusses with me every time he has something, never makes decisions behind my back... nor does he do anything out of line to me."
Song Qinghan cried so hard that the pear blossoms were raining, his voice intermittently. The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and the more he spoke, the sadder he felt.
The hazy figure was also a little sad, and he said softly: "Are you afraid of death?"
Song Qinghan wiped his tears and nodded.
"But I think you are willing to spare no effort to make the little witch..."
The black figure sighed and said quietly: "She is indeed the daughter of my old friend, but in addition to that, she has another identity, an identity that no one knows."