Luo Chen doesn't know when he came here.
He opened his arms behind Luo Chen, and the long, cold blade came out of his chest. Fresh blood flowed down the blade.
The handsome face was twisted by pain.
Seeing Luo Chen turn his head and looking at him, Jiang Yan reluctantly squeezed out a smile and wanted to say something.
However, a large amount of blood poured out of his mouth in an instant, and his body fell weakly like a broken kite.
Luo Chen rushed forward as quick as an arrow and hugged Jiang Yan.
His hands trembled with fear, and his mind was blank.
He opened his mouth, and his lips kept trembling, but didn't say a word.
"Luo Chen..."
Jiang Yan stretched out his right hand with much effort, and his cold fingertips touched Luo Chen's cheek. The little blood on the face paled at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, he still smiled contentedly.
"Cough... Fortunately, you're fine."
Jiang Yan's voice was as soft as silk.
Blood kept pouring out of his throat, and the smell of the fishy sweet blood enveloped the two people.
There seemed to be the sound of police car sirens, and the shouts of the masked men running away in panic.
Luo Chen couldn't hear anything else, and only could hear Jiang Yan, whose breathing was getting weaker and weaker in his arms.
"Jiang Yan, hold on for a while, and I'll take you to the hospital now!"
Just as he was about to get up, the corner of his clothes was caught by one hand.
"No...Luo Chen, I don't want to be in the hospital..."
Hearing this, Luo Chen couldn't help it anymore.
Tears surged out and blurred his eyes in an instant.
Luo Xueyi and Jiang Zhengming both died in the hospital. At this time, Jiang Yan was still thinking about him.
"Luo Chen, do you remember? That day at the funeral... I told you that I would always be by your side... Cough... I'm sorry, I seem to have broken my promise... But, but I will look at you from the sky..."
"So, Luo Chen, you must eat well, sleep well, and stop drinking... Otherwise... Cough... I, I will also feel sad when I look at it from the sky... You must take good care of yourself and promise me..."
Jiang Yan struggled to say every word.
Every time he said a word, more blood poured out of his mouth, and his casual shirt had long been stained red.
Luo Chen's voice trembled. "Okay, okay, I promise you everything! Don't say anything, okay? Let's go to the hospital now--"
"It's too late..."
The cold hand clenched him tightly.
Jiang Yan used all his strength, showed a pale smile, and gently wiped the tears on Luo Chen's cheek with his other hand.
Luo Chen covered Jiang Yan's wound with his hand, but it was still useless, and blood kept pouring out.
Despair is often accompanied by fear.
He never realized clearly at this moment that he was so afraid of losing the person in his arms.
[Ding, the favorability of Luo Chen, the target of the strategy, has increased by 95, and now the favorability is 95.]
Hearing the electronic sound prompt, Jiang Yan in Luo Chen's arms was secretly relieved.
[Is my face particularly ugly and bad now? This knife is so long and scary. Fortunately, there is a pain shielding function. I'm even afraid of injections and blood.]
No. 888 is not in the mood to joke.
[Host, there are still 5-points of impression needed before the success of the mission! Moreover, there are less than ten minutes left in the task time limit!]
[Jiang Yan: Don't worry, there is enough time.]