Wen Han lost his strength and threw Jiang Zongnian into the snow. Fortunately, the snow was soft and he didn't bump into anything. However, Wen Han felt like the sky was falling. The whistling wind made his face hurt. Wen Han rolled and crawled to hold Jiang Zongnian's upper body, his eyes red, "Jiang Zongnian, don't fall asleep. You are going to die. I will never forgive you."

Jiang Zongnian lay in his arms, feeling extremely safe. It was snowing heavily, Wen Han wanted to pick him up, but the severe cold froze his limbs. He had walked so far carrying Jiang Zongnian, and his physical strength was almost exhausted. This was the limit of his physical strength. Snowflakes fell into Jiang Zongnian's eyes and turned into a line of tears.

Wen Han leaned over, blocking the snow, and called Jiang Zongnian's name sadly, "Jiang Zongnian... don't fall asleep, I will definitely save you."

The wind and snow were getting stronger and stronger. The extreme weather after the avalanche trapped them in the ski resort. Wen Han's tears fell on Jiang Zongnian's face, but soon froze into ice.

Jiang Zongnian looked at him with such tenderness, and spoke his last words word by word, "Ahan, if..."

"There are no ifs. You will be fine. Believe me." Wen Han covered his mouth with his cold hand. "I am best at fighting the King of Hell for people. You will not die."

Jiang Zongnian kissed his palm and pulled his hand away with great effort, "If I don't say something, I'm afraid I'll never have the chance again."

Wen Han felt as if his heart was being torn apart by a knife, as if thousands of arrows were piercing his heart. How could he have imagined that one day he would hear Jiang Zongnan's last words to him.

"I'm sorry, I always seem to do the wrong thing. I abandoned you when you were a child, and when you grew up, you had to face your father's blame alone. It's my fault that I always cause trouble for you. Now, I haven't let you go before I die. If I really die, Ah Han, don't be sad for too long. I am the eldest son of the Jiang family. I haven't had time to repay the grace of giving birth and raising me, and I haven't taken on the responsibilities of the family. I may have to trouble you to fulfill your filial piety on behalf of your brother and support the Jiang family. I know it's difficult for you. The Jiang family didn't give birth to you, nor did they raise you, but they want you to fulfill your responsibilities. I'm making it difficult for you. But I... there's nothing I can do." Jiang Zongnian's voice was very weak and sad, "Just think of it as fulfilling my wish and helping me, okay?"

"I don't want it!" Wen Han's tears rolled down, "I don't want it, Jiang Zongnian, you're going to die, I...I..."

"Wen Han, just consider this as my last wish, please promise me." Jiang Zongnan held his hand tightly. He really couldn't imagine how Wen Han would face his father if she returned to the country with his body alone. He would definitely collapse. How could his baby, who was so worried, live?

A word of blame from his father could be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Wen Han is still so young and has not enjoyed a few days of good life in the past twenty years. How could he bear to let Wen Han come to him so early?

"I don't agree!" Wen Han's crying was silent, with only cold tears rolling down. "Whoever is the father, must be filial. Whoever is the family, must be responsible. Don't count on me. Do it yourself. Do you hear me? I can't do it, Jiang Zongnian. I can't do it."

"You can do it!" Jiang Zongnian looked at him distressedly. He also knew that he was making things difficult for Wen Han. "If...if it's too hard, you can come to see your brother again. Don't be so anxious. I will wait for you on the road to the underworld."

Wen Han couldn't hold it in any longer, and the accumulated emotions collapsed. He hugged Jiang Zongnian and cried bitterly, his tears dripping into Jiang Zongnian's neck and almost burning him.

very strange!

He could clearly feel his life slipping away, his whole body was numb and he had no consciousness, but he could still feel Wen Han's pain and tears and empathize with him.

He is such a bad guy, forcing Wen Han at all times and in all places.

"Jiang Zongnan, you are alive, you are alive... I will promise you everything, I will promise you everything, I will go home with you and we will talk to dad together!" All of Wen Han's defenses collapsed and he could no longer hold on. During those years when he hated Jiang Zongnan so much, he never thought that Jiang Zongnan would die.

Jiang Zongnian was a child of destiny, and he should have lived his whole life in a high and mighty position, living recklessly, not caring about anyone's love and hate, and enjoying wealth and glory all his life.

He shouldn't and couldn't die in the cold snowy field, or in his arms.

It turns out that death is really the best filter.

It can cover up all the hurt and hatred, make twenty years of hatred disappear, and amplify the hidden love in his heart. Death will also break down the twenty-year gap in his heart and heal the once unhealable wound in his heart.

In this world, nothing matters except life and death.

Love and hate seem insignificant.

"Brother, did you hear that? Jiang Zongnan!" Wen Han patted Jiang Zongnan's cold and hard face. He had lost consciousness long ago and could not hear Wen Han's promise.

"Jiang Zongnan..." Wen Han shouted his name, his fear reaching its peak. At that moment, his body, which had been stretched to its limit, burst out with expanded strength again. He once again carried Jiang Zongnan on his back and ran down the mountain like crazy.

The snowfield shook suddenly, and the helicopter's blades stirred up snow foam and swept over.

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