Chapter 932 Only three years at most (1)

The faces of the two of them changed suddenly, especially Lin Yiyi, the blood on her face faded away, there was an unconcealable sadness in her beautiful eyes, and crystal tears swirled in her eyes.

Yang Hui choked up and said, "Uncle Ji, since you already know she is a girl, we won't hide it from you anymore. This happened five years ago, and we weren't by her side at that time."
Dressing up as a man, she was worried that she was too short, and with such a delicate face, it would be easy to be suspected of being a girl, so she took Master Jiang's banned drug formula..."

Jian Junxi, who was like a separated soul, lay flat on the bed, no longer cold, no longer ruthless, and her peaceful sleeping appearance made her look like glitz in the stream, and bubbles in dreams.

This body seems to just prove that she has been in this world, experienced the vicissitudes of the world, and then left quietly, without nostalgia, and does not need anyone to think about her...

Ji Zhong looked at Jian Junxi's eyes full of distress. Looking at him, he couldn't help but his eyes were red. When he didn't know that she was a girl, he felt that this child was not easy.

Now, he couldn't even understand how she survived the bone-eating pain...

"Do you know her time..." It's running out... Ji Zhong hesitated to speak.

When Lin Yiyi heard what he said, her heart felt like a beast was biting wantonly, the pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

The hot tears flowed more and more violently, and she wanted to speak, but her choked throat made her unable to speak a word.

Yang Hui's heart felt as if a sharp knife had passed by, and he grabbed Lin Yiyi in pain, holding Lin Yiyi in his arms, sobbing with red eyes: "Uncle Ji, can she...can't last long?"

Ji Zhong's throat rolled unconsciously, his sobs choked up and he couldn't speak.

Because, the child's health is already very poor, and he is supported by painkillers. He can't figure it out. She clearly knows the consequences of doing so, how can she...

"Uncle Ji, is she... not going to be 25 years old?" Lin Yiyi cried and asked, the tears seemed to wash her face completely.

Ji Zhong's body froze, his heart seemed to be frozen, the suppressed tears seemed to be uncontrollable, and gently slipped from his eye sockets, his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't open his mouth.

Seeing him like this, the two became even more anxious, Lin Yiyi was in unspeakable grief, Yang Hui said in a pleading tone: "Uncle Ji, I beg you, just tell us the truth!

This child takes everything in her heart, we will never hear the truth from her mouth, and we don't know who to ask for help..."

As he spoke, he was so anxious that tears fell down his cheeks, and there was only an undercurrent of sadness in his heart.

Lin Yiyi couldn't control herself even more. When she thought that Jian Junxi was about to have an accident, she lay in Yang Hui's arms and wept bitterly...

Ji Zhong listened to their anxious cries, Cangsang's eyes filled with indelible sadness, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he stretched out his big hands full of Cangsang to put on Jian Junxi's head, to help her massage her temples.

Looking at Jian Junxi who was sleeping soundly, his peaceful face was like a sleeping prince, but in his mind he thought of the pain that this dilapidated body brought to her, crystal tears dripped down on the quilt suddenly...

"Uncle Ji..." Seeing him crying but not speaking, Yang Hui was trembling with anxiety, tears pouring down like rain...

The movements of Ji Zhong's hands paused slightly, he helped her massage the acupuncture points on her head, and said with a sob: "She... only has three years at most..."

What he said made them feel as if they had been shot in the heart suddenly, and they were stunned in place, their faces as pale as paper. Lin Yiyi couldn't bear the bad news, her feet went limp, and she passed out.

(End of this chapter)

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