But he left first, how sad should she be to leave Ning Ning alone?

Song Chengyi ran anxiously in the fog, wanting to find an exit. Even though it has turned into a wisp of soul, he still wants to see her again.

But no matter how he turned, he couldn't turn out the fog. No matter where he walked, it was all white.

Until he heard the crying sound, it seemed to be Ning Ning's crying? He had heard it last time when Yuchi Qiming was in danger.

Finally, the fog gradually faded, and I saw a room surrounded by white walls. It was indeed his lemon that was crying.

He rushed over anxiously: "Ling Ning!" He raised his hand, but grabbed it for a while, and Ling Ning seemed to be unable to hear him at all. Then, he saw himself lying on the hospital bed.

No, he can't die, he can't leave Ningning alone with sadness for the rest of his life. He pounced on his body again and again, wanting to return to his body, but he was lost every time, and could hear or see, but he couldn't catch anything, so he had to let Ningning lie on him and cry heartbrokenly.

Separation from life and death? Is it really dead?

From the day he joined the army, he realized that sacrifice was very close to them. He was not afraid of sacrifice, as long as it was meaningful, but now, Song Chengyi was so reluctant to leave her forever.

Looking at Ning Ning who was crying sadly on his chest, Song Chengyi shook his head and retreated until he stepped back to the corner of the wall. He looked at her firmly, and he understood that this might be the last time.

Sadness drowned Ning Yue. At this moment, she cried but cried, and did not notice that the lotus under the spring in the dark room had never grown a little after the time when Yuchi Qiming was in danger.

But just as the spiritual spring broke out at the moment when her fingertips began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, the buds continued to grow bigger and layer by layer of petals bloomed, but there was only a golden lotus seed on the lotus pod in the middle.

If Yao Fangqian was there, he would definitely recognize that this was the Buddhist relics that disappeared when the monks practiced in their previous lives.

A golden light illuminated the entire room, making Ning Yue's eyes, which were already tearful, unable to see anything. Then, she didn't know if it was too sad, and she began to be confused.

Song Chengyi instinctively raised his hand to stop his eyes, and suddenly a powerful suction force sucked him over. Finally, all the golden light gathered into a beam and penetrated into Song Chengyi's eyebrows.

The whole room returned to peace, and Song Chengyi was still lying on the bed, and Ning Yue had already fainted on the ground.

Everyone outside the ward was in a depressed mood. Even if they seemed to see a fleeting golden light, they thought they were dazzled and the atmosphere was still very low.

Qiao Zhilan, who fainted just after rushing to the hospital, finally woke up. With Zou Xiaorong's support, her eyes were red and she walked over with her staggering steps: "Guoqiang!"

Song Guoqiang nodded: "Lingling is inside, let them talk well, it's a goodbye!" Then he looked up at the ceiling, still unable to control the liquid in his eyes.

Xu Ruoshuang stepped forward: "Zhilan!" The two mothers who had lost their children clasped their hands tightly, and their sadness was self-evident.

Cheng Chuhao had already heard Ning Yue crying in the ward. After all, he had hoped that there was no mortal medicine in this world?
Chapter completed!