Yan Bai opened her eyes, she pursed her lips, her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were full of paranoia, paranoid about what she thought was the truth.

Momo just fell asleep, nothing more.

She will obediently wait for Momo to wake up, wait for Momo to make her dessert, and everything will be fine.

"Enough!" Wen Youchen had never been so gloomy with this face, he glanced at Yan Bai, and it seemed that he couldn't care about the fear of Yan Bai in the past, there was some indignation in his voice, looking at Yan Bai with a pale face, he felt that Ji Baimo was not worth it.

Is it worth it, is it worth it exactly? It doesn't matter if it's six years ago or six years later.

Love and hate go to the bone, and there is no medicine for medicine.

"If it weren't for you, how could Bai Mo be like this, if you didn't appear in his life, he would live well, if not very well, but at least he would live, I knew it would be like this, I knew ......" Wen Youchen's words were filled with self-reproach, his hands clenched into fists, and smashed directly on the stone, his hands were bright red.

"I'll take Bai Mo away, yes, he's asleep, I'll let him sleep well, so it's okay to sleep for a long time, he can be less tired, and finally he can have a good rest, don't think about it, don't wait." Wen Youchen opened his eyes, didn't look at Yan Bai, asked his subordinates to carry the stretcher, and carefully placed Ji Baimo on it, Wen Youchen held a white cloth in his hand and covered Ji Baimo's body, his hands were trembling all the time, his eyes were red, and he was crying.

"You are so smart, you know that you will die, and you still come, just for her, don't you cherish your life very much, but why don't you cherish your own life, Bai Mo...... Rest well, I won't let anyone bother you. Wen Youchen pulled the white curtain up, covering Ji Baimo's face, and then turned his face away.

When he saw the corpses all over the ground and the dense bullet holes on Ji Baimo's body, he couldn't imagine how Ji Baimo did it, a person, an ordinary mortal person, persevered, even if he let his body be covered with wounds, he didn't let Yan Bai add any more damage.

"You don't have a conscience, how can it hurt." Wen Youchen looked at Yan Bai coldly, his voice was merciless, as if accusing Yan Bai of having no feelings.

"I won't allow it." Listening to Wen Youchen's words, Yan Bai's eyes were gray, his lips pursed, and he broke free and rolled off Mu Fan's arms, as if he wanted to stop Wen Youchen, but ...... She was already close to her limit, both physically and psychologically, and she fell on the snow, unable to support it anymore and fainted, unconscious.

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"For nothing?" Someone was talking in his ear, and after Yan Bai opened his eyes, he saw two people sitting beside him, Yan Li and Mu Fan.

The air was cold, the surroundings were pale, the liquid on the infusion stand was ticking into Yan Bai's body, a cold and piercing feeling, white snowflakes were floating outside the window, and the sky and earth turned into a frost white, as if everything was just a dream.

"Blank, are you alright?" Yan Li's hands were bandaged, his face was haggard, and he looked at Yan Bai worriedly.

"I'm hungry." Yan Bai sat up, blinking his eyes and speaking, his voice was hoarse, and the whole person looked like a fragile porcelain doll.

"Okay, okay, Dad will go buy you food right away." When Yan Li heard Yan Bai say this, he immediately got up, but Yan Bai's next words made him pause in place.

"I want to eat ink and ink." Yan Bai spoke, her eyes swept around, with doubts.

"Where's Momo?"