Sweet Wife in My Arms

In fact, neither of them had forgotten that Yan Huan's mother and Yi Ling's mother were dead.　　

Turning on the tap, Yan Huan put her hands under the water, watching the cold water wash bubbles produced by soap on her fingers away.

And those bubbles flowed away, just like her last life, which ended that way.

She didn't regret it.

However...

She didn't know why she thought about that man again.

He was the most awful and taciturn man she had ever met. No one dared to say a word to him in the Lu Family, including her. His serious face made everyone scared to approach him.

However...

It seemed that he had many more friends than Lu Qin.

What does this prove?

People are always be deceived by their eyes, but dulled by their senses.

Some people were sheep dressed in wolf skins, while some people were beasts in human shape.

But how could you possibly compare humans to beasts?

"Huanhuan..." Yi Ling opened the door gently with a pillow in her arms. "Are you asleep? I'm scared."

At the time, Yan Huan's bedside lamp was still on. The glimmer of light fell on her face, making her skin glow.

She closed her eyes tight, and her body lay all huddled up.

She was asleep.

Yi Ling left with her pillow. Why did Huanhuan sleep with the light on?

The door closed again, but at the moment Yan Huan was not sleeping well. She wore a little frown and seemed to dream about something.

"Yan Huan, please, save Lu Yi, save my son, please."

A middle-aged woman held Yan Huan's hand tightly, almost kneeling on the ground.

"Yan Huan, please, I beg you. I kneel down to you. Save Lu Yi, please, you have the rare blood type, only you do!"

Yan Huan wrenched herself from the woman's grasp, then flicked the dust from her hem.

The woman behind her knelt down.

"Yan Huan, I beg you to save him, he is only 28..."

But Yan Huan just sneered, without any reaction, and walked away step by step, leaving the man who needed her blood.

What is blood? Blood is the origin of human life. People would not be alive without blood.

If she wanted, she could save the man who had the same blood type as her.

By the way, what was his name? Lu Yi.

Yes, Lu Yi.

"Yan Huan, help him, please, save my son, please..."

The middle-aged woman was still crying behind her, kowtowing on the ground.

Yan Huan stopped suddenly, wringing her hands.

"Don't beg, stop crying, I'll do it, I'll do it..."

"I'll do it!" Yan Huan woke up with a start. Warm light fell on the floor from the bedside lamp, and fell on her face as well. It showed a cold sweat on her forehead, shining like pearls, falling, and cracking.

She was breathing quickly, and could hear her heart beat in her chest clearly.

The experiences from her last life were still so vivid.