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One thousand two hundred and sixty-nine how short is life?(2/2)

As he spoke, he raised his head and yelled: "Come here, call an ambulance. What are you doing? Call an ambulance!"

But everyone knew that it was too late, and Shen Bing's upper body was punched with many holes by shrapnel.

She suddenly grabbed my arm and raised her head with difficulty: "Dear Mr. Li, let me see you again..."

I held the back of her neck and tears kept falling: "I..."

Shen Bing smiled: "You can cry too?"

I even felt a sore nose: "You... please stop talking..."

"If you don't tell me... there will be no chance..." She looked at me closely as if she was not the one who was seriously injured, and said: "It's a pity... it's a pity that I... I can't look at you like this anymore...

It’s a pity...the evidence was blown away..."

I was shaking all over: "Sister Shen Bing, please stop talking..."

"Finally, how about a kiss?" She squeezed out a smile and said, "Although I... don't look good now... it's... too late to say I love you when I look good..."

"No, good-looking, our Shen Bing will always be good-looking..."

I wanted to continue lying, but Shen Bing closed her eyes, slumped down, and her last breath disappeared.



Give me one last kiss...
Chapter completed!
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