He bared his teeth, breathing heavily, Ji Anning's hand, stroking his chest nervously, "Uncle, how are you?"

Ji Chicheng frowned, very painful, blood constantly oozing from the corners of his mouth and eyes, Ji Anning was distressed and did not know what to do.

She hurriedly raised her head, looked at Qi Helian with tears and asked, "Shao Qi, do you have any medicine to stop bleeding and pain."

"No." Qi Helian shook his head, and then looked at Ji Chicheng with a worried look. It was clearly painful and unbearable. He asked nervously, "Chicheng, you can still hold it."

Ji Chicheng bared his teeth, big beads of sweat rolled off his forehead, as if he had no strength to speak and did not answer Qi Helian's question.

"Uncle." As Ji Anning watched Ji Chicheng's dying breath, she cried with her mouth flat. She leaned over and leaned close to Ji Chicheng's face. Using the hem of the wedding dress, she carefully wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.

Wiping and crying, nervous and distressed.

"Uncle, you are badly hurt." Ji Anning cried and said, "It hurts, right?"

Ji Chicheng nodded, "Yeah."

"Qi Helian, you quickly find a place to stop, go to the hospital, and take my uncle to the hospital, OK?" Ji Anning cried and begged Qi Helian.

"peaceful."

Without waiting for Qi Helian's answer, Ji Chicheng suddenly called Ji Anning. Ji Anning turned to look at him nervously. The chick nodded at him like a peck, "You said, I'm listening."

Ji Chicheng grinned and took a few breaths, and then said: "You kiss me, it should...should be better than painkillers."

Every time he said a word, he took a few breaths.

At this time, Ji Anning just wanted to relieve his pain, she would follow him no matter how happy he was.

"it is good."

Ji Anning cried and nodded, leaning over, her soft lips pressed against Ji Chicheng's **** lips, and his blood was stained on her lips. She opened her eyes, just facing Ji Chicheng's black eyes, and the corners of his eyes were also bloody. .

She looked distressed and kept sobbing.

Ji Chicheng grinned weakly, "Close your eyes."

As he said, he raised his hand and blocked Ji Anning's eyes, preventing her from looking at him.

He knew that he was hurt very badly. She must be uncomfortable when she saw it. He didn't want to make her feel so uncomfortable and didn't want her to cry.

"Woo..."

But the more he was afraid of her distress, the more distressed she was. Ji Anning couldn't help it, and simply climbed onto Ji Chicheng gently, hugging him and crying.

Just now, she was really scared to death, and she was really afraid that Char would be murderous and kill him.

Ji Chicheng lowered his eyes, moved his big hand to Ji Anning's head, and touched her pamperingly, "This injury...not much."

But this is the last time Ji Anning has seen him. She has never seen him suffer such a serious injury. She raised her head and looked at the man’s smiling face with faint tears. She choked and said, "Do you know that when she was sixteen? , Ji Ruoqian set off a big fire and almost burned me to death. At that time, I thought I would die. I regretted it at that time. I wanted to know that I would die. I must confess to you first, and I will tell before I die. You, I like you, even if you would definitely reject me."

She had no time to wipe off the big teardrops, one drop after another fell on Ji Chicheng's chest, blending with his bright red blood.

"So what you said at the time,'I like you,' was it right to me?" Ji Chicheng closed his eyes.

Obviously so weak, but unable to restrain the surprise that Ji Anning's words brought him, the blood-red lips were bent happily.