Chapter 1472 Except Wushan Is Not a Cloud 23

Qing Ye looked at his hand, it was Qiao Ran's hot tears that kept falling on his hand, it was so hot.

This made Qing Ye's whole heart twitch, it hurt like that.

Qing Ye also cried helplessly. He reached out and gently touched Qiao Ran's face, wiping her tears, "Xiao Ran, promise me, you must live a good life, no matter... cough cough... no matter what happens in the future No matter what difficulties you encounter, you have to work hard to live, okay?"

"Then what about you..." Qiao Ran grabbed his hand that was wiping her tears, weeping uncontrollably, "I'm living a good life, why can't you live a good life...you don't want to live...why do you ask me to live a good life... ..."

Qing Ye frowned tightly when she heard her choking so hard, looked at her even more painfully, and smiled helplessly, "I'm sorry... I promise you, in the next life, in the next life, I will work hard Live to be a hundred years old...Xiao Ran, will you promise me?"

Qiao Ran cried and shook her head, refusing to agree to him at all.

However, Qing Ye's hand loosened slowly, and put it down weakly. Qiao Ran's palm trembled, and he hurried to grab him. With a pale smile, her voice was also weak: "Xiao Ran, I'm really tired..."

Qiao Ran stared blankly at him with red eyes and shed tears. She was so afraid and hopeless, but she didn't dare to ask him to stay...

"Let me go...Leaving, for me, is a relief..." Qing Ye suddenly stared at her seriously, as if she wanted to take a closer look at Qiao Ran at the end. He looked at her seriously, and said in a very soft, breathless voice, "Xiao Ran, you must... live well..."

Qiao Ran blushed from crying, nodded well, and promised him that she would live a good life.

However, after Qing Ye got her promise, he seemed to be finally relieved, and he finally closed his eyes slowly.

Then, she just closed her eyes and never woke up again.

Qiao Ran looked at his hand that was slowly falling down, and was dumbfounded, unable to react for a long time.

After a long time, she finally mustered up the courage to gently shake Qing Ye's unmoving hand, her lips trembled slightly, and she called him in a low voice: "Qing Ye, Qing Ye..."

Qing Ye didn't answer anymore.

He remained motionless, with his eyes closed, no matter how much she shouted, he didn't answer any more.

Qiao Ran hugged him, crying so hard that she couldn't help herself.

She owed Qing Ye this life, forever and ever, and there was no chance to pay it back.

It turns out that this is the meaning of life, which makes people sober from the pain, but they have to admit, what is loss.

It's not that Qiao Ran never thought that Qing Ye would leave her, but even though she had made all the preparations, her internal organs were still twitching in pain.

why die...

Why do you have to die...

Why is it that people who are trying so hard to live still have to die in the end...

Qiao Ran hugged Qing Ye, who was getting warmer and colder, tightly, and the pain became more and more painful.

On the day of Qing Ye's burial, the weather was very bad, and there was a heavy rain in the snow city, rumbling.

But Qiao Ran still went up the mountain and knelt in front of Qing Ye's grave in a daze.

She didn't bring an umbrella, so she just let the heavy rain drip on her until she gradually lost consciousness and passed out like this.

I don't know if I will die here too...