On Yingzhao's back, ye Jingyu has completely lost consciousness, even if his heart is still beating, even if he has breath in his mouth, but he has no reaction, just like a dead man, motionless

Jiufeng sits on Yingzhao's broad back, holds Ye Jingyu's head in her arms, looks at his white hair, and the crystal clear tears fall from the corner of her eyes

"a Yu......" Ye Jingyu's face was caressed by his delicate white hands. It seemed that he wanted to wake up Ye Jingyu, but he still didn't respond.

she said the words "a Yu" gently, but Jiufeng didn't know what to say. She saw Ye Jingyu's...