A Qi

The rain outside the window was pattering down, and through the curtains, the room was also damp and cool.The autumn rain is long, and the soil is full of decadence, stirring up a pool of rice.

"When?" The voice was hoarse and weak.

The man was dressed in white, the front was stained with blood, and there was still a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, which was still wet, and his expression was extremely sad.Rao is so sad that his face has no color, it is not difficult to see that this man is a rare beauty in the world.

"On the sixth day of this month, I didn't make it through..."

The speaker answered carefully, weighing each word for a long time, the desolation in the eyes of the person in front of him was too profound, he couldn't bear to continue.The sound of rain outside covered up this tragic separation between life and death.

Suddenly the man in white struggled to get up, the cough became more and more severe, and he couldn't exert any strength on his body. Seeing this, the people around him hurried forward to support him, and the white clothes grabbed the man's sleeves, holding them tightly, the veins on his arms Visible, "Where is he!"

"The ashes were taken away by Qiu Guan..."

Ashes... The man in white closed his eyes in despair.Ah Qi, do you want me?Why don't you let me miss you even when you die...

"Did he... mention me in the end?"

"No." The speaker paused, hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Ah Qi only said that he was in pain."

The rain was getting heavier, and the man in white in the room was in a state of mind, his remorse drowned out his remaining life, and he coughed and panted all night.

The author has something to say:

Ah Qi is actually not dead~

it must be he