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"Ah!" Both the people on the rooftop and the people surrounding below all exclaimed.

"mom!"

Sang Zhi shouted at the top of her lungs. She rushed forward to grab the woman's hand, but was dragged down by the force of her body's rapid descent.

"what……"

She heard many people screaming.

Sangzhi closed his eyes subconsciously.She thought she was going to die.

But her wrist was held tightly.

Sang Zhi's face was extremely pale. She held Feng Qiuling's hand tightly, while Zhuo Yijing held her hand and held the two of them.

"Zhuo Yijing..."

Sang Zhi's lips couldn't stop trembling slightly. She wanted to speak, but she didn't know what to say.

The veins on his arms, forehead, and temples were very obvious.

He held the hard wall on the side with one hand, and struggled to hold her hand with the other. His face was extremely ugly, and he looked very painful and embarrassed.

"pay close attention."

Zhuo Yijing gritted his teeth and looked at her, his dark eyes falling straight on her face.

"Don't be afraid."

Zhuo Yijing gritted his teeth, his voice was hoarse and low, his forehead was soaked with beads of sweat, his face was pale, his chest was heaving violently, and his body was twitching faintly.

"You still don't come here to help!"

he snapped.

The frightened people on the side suddenly reacted, and then they quickly stepped forward to help Zhuo Yijing pull him away.

"Rope! Find the rope!"

"Why haven't the police come yet?"

The people on the rooftop were already in a mess.

"Sangzhi, let go...let me die..."

Feng Qiuling smiled bitterly, her expression extremely desolate.

"Mom! I won't let go! I promised dad that I will take care of you and Sang Yun... I won't let go."

Sang Zhi gritted his teeth and spoke in a deep voice, holding Feng Qiuling's hand tightly.

She raised her eyes to meet Zhuo Yi's deep and dark eyes, looking at him with longing eyes.

"Zhuo Yijing, help me..."

Zhuo Yijing held her wrist hard, his face turned pale. People on the side also helped to pull Sang Zhi's hand, and others took advantage of the situation to pull Zhuo Yijing's hand.

"Sangzhi, why are you doing this? If I don't want to live... it's in vain for you to save me. I have nothing, no husband, no children... just let me go."

Feng Qiuling screamed, her voice hoarse.

"I won't let go. Mom...unless I die. Otherwise, I will definitely save you."

Sangzhi gritted his teeth, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

But her physical fatigue made her unable to hold on any longer.

One of her hands was being pulled, and the other hand was grabbing Feng Qiuling's arm.

She felt that her body was almost no longer her own.

Because she was holding Feng Qiuling hard, Sang Zhi's palms were sweating nervously and a little sticky. She suddenly felt something bad.

Feng Qiuling kept crying, moving around, and tried to pry her hand away with her hands.

Sang Zhi's eyes were moist and red, her lips were white, and her body was shaking.

The police car outside kept honking.

Sangzhi gritted his teeth and looked up at the Internet.

What caught the eye was the man's cold, deep and chiseled profile. Fine beads of sweat slowly slid down his cheeks. The man's brows were tightly knitted and his face was as pale as frost.

Sang Zhi's heart was painful.

Sang Zhi knew that Zhuo Yijing was also in pain.

Her throat was choked and sore, and her breathing became rapid and irregular. She moved her lips and wanted to say something, but she felt like a big stone was pressing down on her in her chest, making it impossible for her to speak.

"Zhuo Yijing, I seem...I can't hold on any longer. Just let it go."

Sangzhi pulled her lips, and her bright eyes suddenly became dim and hollow.

She smiled stiffly.

"Zhuo Yijing, thank you."

"Sangzhi, hold on a little longer and you'll be fine. Don't give up..."

Zhuo Yijing gritted his teeth and followed every word.The slightly trembling lips became paler and weaker, the voice gradually became hoarse, and the eyes were scarlet.

"Yixun..."

Sangzhi murmured to himself and slowly closed his eyes.

The memory seems to be pulled back to the day when the sky was filled with fire many years ago.That broad and warm embrace, and those cold and trembling hands.The person in the memory seemed to be saying the same thing.

"Yixun, is that you?"

In a daze, Sang Zhi seemed to see that handsome and gentle face.

"You guys work harder! You're a bunch of trash!" Zhuo Yijing gritted his teeth and scolded in a deep voice, his face extremely dark.

"Hold on, the police are almost here, and so are the rescuers..."

Sang Zhi only felt that her body was getting heavier and heavier, and she almost had no strength, but Feng Qiuling kept grabbing her hand.

Sang Zhi's vision went dark, and the sound of police sirens was ringing in his ears.There was also the noise and unrest that people couldn't stop.

There was also Ji Yixun's cool and gentle voice.

"Zhizhi, you little idiot."

"Our Zhizhi is so good."

"My wife is just beautiful."

"Zhizhi, we will never be separated for the rest of our lives..."

Yixun.

Did you come to pick me up?

Sang Zhi's breathing was weak and difficult, her pale and delicate face was bloodless, and her lips were purple, revealing a hint of despair.

Sangzhi felt so tired.

Regardless of body and mind.

She opened her eyes and looked up at the man who was still trying to pull the two of them. She looked into the man's panicked eyes.

"Thank you."

Sang Zhi's lips closed slightly, and she curled her lips into a stiff smile.

The hand held tightly by Zhuo Yijing suddenly exerted downward force and broke away from Zhuo Yijing's hand.

"Sangzhi!"

Zhuo Yijing exclaimed, his face turned livid, and he was completely relieved when he saw Sang Zhi and Feng Qiuling both landing on the "life mat" safe and sound.

He stretched out his hand and clenched it into a fist, with veins popping out on the back of his hand. His face was very ugly, and his eyes were full of sinister indifference. He sneered, cursed lowly, and suddenly punched the wall of the parapet next to him.

……

"Zhizhi, no matter whose child you are, you don't have to care whether they want you or not. As long as I'm here, I will always be with you..."

"Zhizhi, are you willing to be my girlfriend? Are you willing to walk with me?"

The young man's cold and gentle voice kept echoing in his ears.

Those words and those scenes seem to be vivid in my mind, they are all yesterday and have never gone away.

But later, the fire took away everything, including her lover.

Sangzhi kept running, trying hard to rush into the sea of ​​​​fire to find that familiar figure, but it seemed that a pair of hands was holding her tightly behind her, preventing her from moving forward.

"You don't want to die?"

"Don't go any further."

who is talking?

Sang Zhi tried hard to break away from the hand that was tightly clasping her wrist, but the man's grip was too tight.

She opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but no words came out at all.

"Sangzhi, don't go forward, you will die."

"I'm going to find Yixun."

She heard voices in her head.

"Stop looking, he doesn't want you anymore." The owner of that voice gradually revealed his face.

Sang Zhi looked towards him, but she couldn't see his face clearly. She held on to his hand as if grabbing a life-saving straw and wouldn't let him leave.

Gradually, the owner of the voice and Ji Yixun's face gradually overlap...

Sang Zhi suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly ran into a pair of deep and cold eyes.

The moment their eyes met, Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, unable to understand the feeling in his heart.