You''re right. I always lie. The biggest lie is that I don''t love you. So I tell you, if you die, I will die! 】


    ……


    [yeshitian, my name is Ye Anqi, from another world 】


    all the pictures flashed by.


    He remembered the leaf angel.


    That ancient spirit, enchanting and colorful, that is always smiling, sincere, but also lying.


    She always makes him angry and makes him gnash his teeth.


    However, he was never willing to hurt her.


    He remembered everything. He thought of the woman who made him love to his heart.


    I know how much she sacrificed for him in her dream.


    But now, she is sacrificing for him.


    Night release day''s heart is like a knife in the fierce scraping, the pain of his every nerve is shaking.


    Why didn''t he remember earlier.


    Did not give her happiness early, protect her early.


    Why did he come to this point before he remembered everything.


    Ye Shitian''s hand grabs Ye Anqi''s hand with the handle!


    Ye Anqi was stunned --


    "Ye Anqi, you dare to die!" He stares at her hard.


    Ye Anqi''s heart trembled and she was about to say something. Suddenly her neck hurt and she fainted.


    Timothy took the opportunity to knock her out.


    *******


    the bullet flies out -


    just like a slow lens, it shoots directly at the heart of the sky at night.


    The blood spurted out and dyed her face.


    She suddenly woke up from the nightmare, gasping for breath.


    The ceiling is on the top of the head, and the big soft bed is under the body.


    Ye Anqi tried to prop up her body, but her chest hurt too much and fell back.


    She was wearing a loose, soft white cotton nightdress, and her chest was bandaged.


    Now that the anesthetic is gone, there is a dull pain.


    But ye Anqi doesn''t care at all. At the moment, she wants to know how yeshitian is.


    There is a water cup on the bedside table, and ye Anqi raises her hand and waves it on the ground.


    The glass is broken.


    The servant who heard the noise outside pushed the door in.


    "Miss ye, you wake up. I''ll inform the young master!"


    This is Timothy''s private castle, not Stuart Hall.


    When Timothy arrived, ye Anqi had already propped up her body and leaned against the head of the bed.


    "Little fox, you''re hurt. You''d better lie down and don''t move." Timothy told her when he came.


    Ye Anqi looked at him faintly, "what about the night?"


    "How do you feel about the wound? Does it hurt?" Timothy doesn''t answer rhetorical questions.


    "I ask you, yeshitian? What have you done to him? "


    Timothy still ignored her question. He tilted his head and told the servant, "go and call the doctor."


    "Yes, young master."


    "Timothy, what happened to yeshitian?"


    Timothy came up with a cold look. "You don''t have to care about him from now on. Next time you don''t do such a stupid thing. The doctor said that you almost hurt your heart, but fortunately not. "


    Ye Anqi no longer asked what, opened the quilt will get out of bed.


    "What do you do?" Timothy pressed her.


    Ye Anqi glanced at his hand coldly, "please take your hand away."


    "You lie back first."


    "Please take it away!"


    Timothy frowned, and he slowly took back his hand. "You can''t get out of here. It''s better to stay and heal."


    When ye Anqi gets up, she is involuntarily involved in the wound, which makes her frown slightly.


    "Isn''t it painful? I told you not to move."


    Ye Anqi ignored him and walked outside.


    Timothy grabs her hand.