You Are My Rare Passion

Joey looked up at him with difficulty, and stretched out a hand to him, and Qiao Zui quickly grabbed it.

"Xiao Zui," she looked at Qiao Zui, struggling to pull the corners of her mouth, "I... I've actually had enough of living long ago... The doctor, the doctor said, I took, took contraceptive pills for too long, too much, I, I will soon It's hard to have a baby, I live in pain every day, I regret, regret that I gave up, gave up on you for a man... death... but relief, you, don't be sad, I, I go underground, Take care of our parents..."

"Don't...don't...sister, don't die, don't..." Qiao Zui cried bitterly.

Joey turned his eyes with difficulty, and looked at Gu Junzhu: "Little uncle..."

Gu Junzhu stared at her in a daze, as if he couldn't react to everything in front of him.

She pulled the corners of her lips at Gu Junzhu: "I'm sorry... I'm most, most sorry for grandpa... Just tell him, I, I went abroad, don't let him remember me again... I'm sorry..."

She held Qiao Zui's hand and dropped it to the ground, her eyes slowly closed.

"No! Don't!" Qiao Zui raised his head and shouted, "Ah..."

The flocks of birds living in the forest were startled and flew all over the sky.

Ye Xingbei cried with tears all over his face, walked to Gu Junzhu's side, and held his arm.

Through the dim tears, she looked at Joey in disbelief.

She couldn't believe it was real.

Sniper rifle?

How could this kind of thing that only appeared on TV appear in her life.

Looking at Joey's closed eyes and Joey's bleeding wound, she felt that this must be a dream.

After waking up from the dream, Joy is still alive and well, and can call her little aunt with a smile.

This time, she must have grabbed Joey's hand and forcibly brought her to Gu Junzhu.

She would tell Joey that her family never gave up on her, never really blamed her.

As long as she was thick-skinned, acted like a baby to her little uncle, and said sorry, her little uncle would definitely forgive her, like her and take care of her as before.

"Ah... ah... ah..." Qiao Zui yelled heartbreakingly, venting the pain and anger in his chest.

He slammed Joey on the ground, rushed out from behind the boulder, and ran in the direction of the bullet like crazy.

Duan Yanbing chased after him, slashing the back of his neck with a hand blade, dragging him back.

Mi Sheng rushed over and hugged him into his arms, "Instructor!"

"He's fine, it's better to let him sleep now." Duan Yanbing tore off a piece of his shirt and tied it around Qiao Zui's bleeding wound.

Ye Xingbei walked up to Joey without giving up, and stretched out his hand to test Joey's breathing.

She hoped Joey wasn't dead.

She hopes for a miracle.

"It's hopeless," Duan Yanbing looked at her and said in a low voice, "If you hit the pulmonary artery, even if there is a hospital nearby, you will definitely die."

Ye Xingbei's legs softened and he fell to the ground.

She has experienced countless life and death, and this is the first time she has experienced death.

It is unimaginable that human life is so fragile.

A moment ago, she and Qiao Zui were rubbing her parents' tombstones and kowtow to her parents together, but in just a few minutes, she and them were separated.

This is too cruel.

She turned to look at Gu Junzhu.

Gu Junzhu half-kneeled beside Joey, with no expression on his face, like an ice sculpture.

She suddenly thought of the promise Gu Junzhu made just now in front of the tombstone of Qiao Zui's parents.

He said that he would help them take care of Qiao Zui and Joey.

But now...

She held Gu Junzhu's hand: "It's not your fault..."

At that time, they were tens of meters away from Joey, and the sniper was hundreds of meters away. Unless Gu Junzhu could pinch and count, he could save Joey.