Chapter 947: Fate in the Previous Life

He couldn't imagine what he would do if Yan Huan really came out, and what would happen to the three children at home?

Finally, their lives are calmer. They are the ones who have these three children, and they are all breastfeeding children and they are all children who need their mothers. But how could this happen?

"Mom..."

Xunxun opened her eyes. She already knew how to recognize people. She would cry when she couldn't find her mother. But when she saw her father, her mouth flattened, and she started crying again, with tears falling down one by one. , but she had long since stopped crying.

She has been crying for a long time. Ye Shuyun felt very distressed when she saw her granddaughter crying. What should she do? Is Xunxun trying to cry herself to death?

Numb, Xunxun stretched out his little fingers and grabbed his father's clothes. His eyes looked so much like Yan Huan's that made Lu Yi's heart feel unbearable pain again.

"Xunxun, tell dad how he wants to bring mom back and how he wants to return mom to you?"

When Xunxun saw that her father was not looking for her mother, she choked her voice from time to time, and a hoarse voice came out of her small throat. The sound almost hurt the hearts of Ye Shuyun and Lu Yi.

"Don't cry," Lu Yi coaxed his daughter, "Mama is going to bed. Can daddy accompany Xunxun?"

Xunxun still wanted her mother, but maybe she was really tired from crying, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. She fell asleep again, but her sleep was very uneasy. As long as there was the slightest sound, she would wrinkle her eyes. The little eyebrows were light and there was not much color on the little face now. One little hand was always holding on to his father's clothes, but Lu Yi didn't even dare to move.

The most squeamish one in the family is Xunxun. As long as Xunxun doesn't cry, the other two children in the family are very good.

Ye Shuyun guarded the other two children, fearing that they would cry again when they woke up, while Lu Yi held Xunxun in his arms and did not sleep or change any position all night.

As for the joy, I didn't come back all night.

Yan Huan actually didn't know where she was. Her consciousness never seemed to return, just like a wandering soul, drifting around. It wasn't until waves of pain came from her arms that she became more awake.

And she was indeed woken up by the pain.

Her delicate brows were slightly squeezed in the middle from time to time, and her red lips also lost some of their color. At this time, she was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and it was not only her body that was restrained, but also her soul.

There was another pain in her arm, and she suddenly cried. Tears kept falling down from the corners of her eyes, but they were all hidden in her hair.

Lu Yi, it hurts so much...

She unconsciously trembled at the corners of her lips. It was so painful that she was crying. It was so painful that she could only cry.

Suddenly, Lu Yi raised his face. He gently squeezed his arm, always feeling a slight pain here.

However, his movement almost woke Xunxun up. Xunxun moved his long eyelashes and sniffed. He looked very aggrieved and pitiful.

Lu Yi gently patted his daughter's small body.

"Don't be afraid, dad will definitely get mom back."

And he put his big palm on Xunxun's little face. Xunxun's face was so small, it was almost not as big as one of his hands. This little child couldn't have peace even when he fell asleep. of.

If Fang Yanhuan was here at this time, then that would not be the case, she must be very well-behaved.

Lu Yi raised his face, and there were a few stars shining in the dark starlight outside. But at some point, those stars seemed to disappear quietly in the clouds, and the sky became dark again.

In the darkness before dawn, I still can't see my fingers.

It was like a black cloud was pressing above their heads, leaving them unable to breathe.

When the darkness outside was finally pierced by a ray of light, the dawn bell also rang. Among the layers of clouds and mist, the sun finally rose, but the black clouds suppressed it. Maybe Soon, the day will get dark again, the forecast says.

It's raining today.

The rain in Haishi this season is very cold.

Yan Huan opened her eyes. She felt that her head hurt, and her whole body ached. She didn't even know what happened to her, what happened, and where she was.

And for a moment, she even forgot who she was.

She just stared at the white ceiling blankly, letting her consciousness withdraw bit by bit, and then reply bit by bit.

This piece of paleness had no color, and the whiteness hurt her heart. She didn't like white, nor did she like red.

White, the color of the hospital.

Red, the color of blood,

She moved her arms, but they were too heavy to lift. She also wanted to sit up, but her waist seemed to be sinking downwards and she could not straighten up. She wanted to shout, but her throat felt like It contains grains of sand.

She weakly closed her eyes again, and stayed like this for who knows how long, until she felt a pinprick-like pain again, her body twitched involuntarily, and her eyes suddenly opened. big.

At this time, her vision was a little blurry, and the gray mist was not very colorful. Finally, among the gray mist, there were a few white shadows coming in and out.

Is she dead?

Is this a ghost?

She turned her face to the side, her blurred vision was not focused anymore, she seemed to see nothing, and could not hear anything, there were only so many white shadows, shaking in front of her eyes from time to time.

Her body was a little cold, she was very cold, she wanted to cry. .

It was as if something was flowing out of her body, and this flow began to lose her hearing, her eyesight, her senses, and her life...

Suddenly, her arm hurt again.

It was this pain that made the gray fog in front of her eyes disappear instantly.

White and red appeared in front of her.

People in white coats, and those tubes of red... blood

She opened her mouth, but there was still no sound, her voice was stuck, and her voice disappeared.

This situation, this scene, seemed familiar.

She was like this before, her limbs were tightly clasped, and then tubes of blood were drawn out of her body.

She opened her mouth wide, only breathing in and out, still unable to speak.

She lowered her head and saw that her wrists and feet were tied tightly with ropes. It turned out that it was not anything else that imprisoned her, but these ropes and those invisible chains that tightly locked her soul.

"Draw some more," a woman came in, glanced at her condescendingly and coldly, and drew her blood. My daughter needs his blood.