Feng Rong closed his eyes.

If that's all there is to it, forget it.

He found that he was also being changed.

It's only been a few mets.

But it seems that she remembers every move she makes.

Yesterday night, in this hospital bed.

She hugged herself as if she was kissing seriously.

He couldn't control it and kissed her.

At that moment, he seemed to understand why the men in the dream reacted the way they did when they were killed by her.

The men in the dream are all dead.

was killed by the woman named Su Yan.

When they died one by one, there was no anger on their faces, as if dying in her hands was a willing thing.

Last night, he found himself reuniting with the man in his dreams.

Want him to be killed by that woman?

Scold.

Amusing.

So he plans to strike first.

But when I went to give this order.

I don't know why, but a wave of anger rushed out of my heart.

Even he didn't understand what he was angry about.

The more than half an hour of waiting.

In my mind, the images kept flashing.

In dreams, once in the past.

He was in a trance, and he couldn't even tell whether it was a dream or a reality.

Red Night came with the news that she missed and she was not dead.

I don't know why the anger that had accumulated in my heart dissipated all at once.

Faintly, relieved.

Now, the dream strikes again.

It's different from the previous dream.

is mixed and intertwined, all of which are pictures of being killed by Su Yan.

It was as if at that moment, he was the man in his dreams.

Again and again, I made a mistake and was killed again and again.

It's as if no matter how many times you go through it, the ending is the same.

Feng Rong's eyelids drooped and he picked up the glass placed on the table next to him.

Took a sip of water.

The pale lips were slightly rosy.

A knobly jointed hand, clutching the rim of the cup tightly.

Muttered in a low voice

"Su Yan"

There were no lights on in the house.

I could only see his figure faintly through the moonlight projected in.

A murmuring voice, fluttering eyelashes.

One by one, the demon was stunned, and the voice seemed to be about to penetrate into people's hearts.

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Early the next morning, Su Yan woke up early.

Standing in the living room, she hesitated for a moment.

"Little Flower"

"Huh? Host?? ”

"What should the injured person bring to the hospital for him?"

As soon as Xiaohua heard Su Yan's words, she knew that she was talking about going to see Fengrong.

Immediately came the spirit

"Wait a minute, host."

After a while, I listened to Xiaohua's affirmative voice

"Host! Flower! ”

Su Yan blinked

"Really?"

"Of course!"

Su Yan picked up the wallet on the table.

Look through the money inside.

"One hundred and eight."

It's all she has.

"Well, let's go to the florist first."

Thinking like this, Su Yan went out.

Xiaohua hurriedly said

"Host, there is a flower shop next to the hospital."

"Good"

She answered honestly.

Half an hour later, when Su Yan stood at the door of the flower shop.

Looking at the remaining twenty-two pieces in his hand.

Xiaohua said quietly

"Host, buy carnations."

Su Yan nodded

"Yes"

So, ten minutes later.

Su Yan appeared at the door of the ward with three carnations.

One of them, still not enough money, the boss saw that Su Yan's little girl looked cute, and she gave it cheaply.

"Carry these flowers to the next room."

As soon as she reached the door, she heard the voice of the red night.

Then, I saw more than a dozen black-clad bodyguards, carrying all kinds of flower baskets, as well as various carnations and gifts from the ward.

There are piles of flowers at the door, and I don't know, but I think this is who got married from the hospital.