Chapter 1272 Cruel

She drooped her eyelashes. Although she was thin, she was still thin enough not to show her bones. Her hands were placed on the table. Her slender fingers were like bamboo shoots. The more you fold them, the more you feel that they will break if you bend them, and hurt if you touch them.

As long as she breathes, she always has that kind of strength that cannot be bent.

Yan Huan is very stubborn, sometimes to the point of not listening to advice.

The assistant put down the phone, not knowing how to talk to Yan Huan about this matter.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Yan Huan could see that the assistant was hesitant to speak.

"Miss Yan, the filming will start over there..."

The assistant looked at Yan Huan in embarrassment, and she didn't dare to say anything.

"Well, I know," Yan Huan closed her eyes again.

"But you..." The assistant was worried about Yan Huan, "How can you go back like this?"

"How about this..." The assistant gritted his teeth, "I'll go back and discuss with the director first, and ask her to give me a few more days of vacation." After thinking about it, the assistant still felt that this was the best way.

It's better for her to go back than for Yan Huan to go back by herself.

Yes, that's it,

and she packed her luggage and went back the next day.

However, she was a little worried. After all, Yan Huan now was not the Yan Huan of the past. The director had a good impression of her. If this time...

Forget it, let's not talk about other things. If we can get a few more days, then it's a few more days.

She sighed and got on the plane.

However, she forgot Yan Huan's temperament. She was obviously a stubborn woman.

As soon as she was born, Yan Huan stopped taking injections, medicine, and didn't want to drink those soups anymore.

Yan Huan booked a plane ticket for herself, went to the airport by herself, and went back by herself.

The weather was cold at this time, so cold that even the wind blowing on her body was piercing her bones, and her hands and feet were cold and she couldn't feel any temperature.

The only thing that supported her was her breath, and she was still alive.

However, why was this road so long? She felt like she would never reach the end in her lifetime.

She got off the plane, and at this time she seemed to be unable to breathe.

Until she opened the door, put her luggage aside, and then sat on the ground weakly. At this time, she didn't even have a little strength. She lay on the cold ground, breathing again and again, just like a fish out of water, using the last five seconds to remember something.

She stretched out her hand and grabbed the corner of the quilt on one side with force. Then she climbed up carefully, and then moved to the small wooden bed on the other side little by little. It seemed that she was dying again, and she couldn't even breathe out.

Can't die, but still live.

She couldn't bear to die, what should she do?

She still wanted to live.

But why should she live? She didn't want to know the reason.

She didn't want to go into the details of what she lived for.

She closed her eyes. At this time, she might only have her breathing, but she didn't even have a trace of feeling. Her hands and feet were numb. She just breathed gently, and the air circulated the last needs of her body. But she didn't know when, maybe even the last breath, might leave her.

In fact, for a moment, she didn't want to live anymore.

She moved her fingers, and her fingers touched the mobile phone she had placed aside. She held the phone tightly against her face, but she didn't know why, and the liquid rolling down the corners of her eyes was always cold.

The assistant hurried back. She heard people say that Yan Huan was back, but she didn't believe it. She just thought that if she opened it, who else would it be if it wasn't Yan Huan.

"Miss Yan, are you okay?" The assistant was scared to tears when she saw Yan Huan like this. How could this be more serious than a few days ago.

There was not even a trace of blood on Yan Huan's face at this time. The whole person was as white as the white mug that Yan Huan liked the most on the table, and it seemed that it would break if touched.

Yan Huan put his face on the quilt, and curled up his whole body. The whole person was like a frost-bitten eggplant, and also like a flower that was dried out of water. The dryness was without any vitality. The lips that were originally colored had almost turned into blue-gray at this time.

Miss Yan, the assistant ran over and put her hand on Yan Huan's forehead. She was sweating all over her forehead.

I'll go find a doctor right away. The assistant was at a loss at this time. How come she was fine when she went out? She just went to Hai City once, and she was half dead when she came back.

She ran out quickly, and a doctor followed with his medicine box.

"Why did she become like this?"

The doctors in the crew were also scared. What happened to this fine person? She looked like a ghost.

"I don't know either?" The assistant stood aside and was anxious. She was so anxious that her mouth was full of blisters. "Miss Yan got sick in Hai City. She has always been like this. She was getting better, but she became like this as soon as she got off the plane." She looked like she was dying, as if she was about to lose her breath. How could she not be worried?

And she was afraid that Yan Huan would be like this, so she came back by herself, but she didn't expect that Yan Huan would come back in the end.

The doctor took out the stethoscope and checked her quickly. However, he felt that Yan Huan was in very poor physical condition. Her internal organs seemed to be severely damaged.

However, even the doctor was not sure how such damage was caused.

"I think we should send her to the hospital," the doctor hung the stethoscope around his neck. It seemed that he could not treat her in this condition. She needed a comprehensive examination.

"I will prepare it immediately."

The assistant ran out quickly, but she was at a loss as to what to do.

Oh, right? Find Lu Qin? Find Lu Qin.

The assistant didn't know who to find except Lu Qin. After all, he was Yan Huan's husband in name. On weekdays, he would not say anything. But in this situation, could he not care?

"You looking for me?"

Lu Qin walked out from the dark, and when he saw the assistant, his expression was not very good, "Didn't I tell her not to come to me? If she is found out, will I be able to shoot my play?"

When Lu Qin said these words, his tone was obviously full of impatience, and his impatience was even directly on his face. The assistant suddenly felt a little wronged, and also for Yan Huan. What kind of man is Yan Huan following? How can he be so ruthless? After coming here, has he ever cared about Yan Huan? Has he ever asked a question? Even when they met, they didn't know each other, and he couldn't even call her. What does he think of Yan Huan? What does he think of Yan Huan?