Drifting Towards You

She didn't know if he wasn't trying to save herself, she would have decided a lot.

But there is no if.

"why?"

"Why save me..."

Why could he be so cruel in his previous life, but now... but... he gave up his life to save her.

A flash of self-deprecation flashed through Song Ziming's eyes.

why?

He didn't know why.

Even he thought he was ridiculous.

It turns out that a person like him still has the ability to be a saint!

"Hurry up!" Song Ziming murmured in a deep voice with the different color under his eyes.

Su Xiangwan kept shaking his head, there must be a way, there must be a way.

She slowly got up, trying to find some tools.

But the smoke in the room was really too big, and she couldn't see anything.

Song Ziming looked at her back and couldn't help thinking.

Does she actually care about herself a little bit... even a little...

Su Xiangwan fumbled for a long time, and finally found a stick. She brought a piece of gravel and planned to use the principle of leverage to move the beam.

Ignoring the side, she looked at Song Ziming and said eagerly: "Can you still move, I will pry the beam away, and you will try to move yourself out."

The beam of the room was pressed diagonally on his hip and thigh.

Su Xiangwan said nothing.

But Song Ziming knew that this pole could not support the housing beam at all.

He wanted to urge her to go quickly, not to die in the flames for nothing.

But at this moment, watching her busy and anxious for himself, he was uncontrollably greedy, thinking that time could be slower and slower.

Su Xiangwan didn't know what he was thinking, his throat tightened a little bit, and he pressed down the stick forcefully.

Fang Liang was really pryed by her for a moment, but only for a moment.

The beam just moved a little bit, and the stick broke.

Song Ziming snorted again, and his breathing became a little confused.

Su Xiangwan fell to the ground in embarrassment, and couldn't think of another way.

Song Ziming's gaze fell on her smoky black face, and she lowered her eyes and said, "Even if the beam of the house is moved away, I can't go. You go quickly, there is no need to spend your life here!"

Su Xiangwan looked at him with red eyes. Didn't she get to know this man in the past ten years?

See her staring at herself.

Song Ziming couldn't help but chuckled: "Why, can't you bear me? When I was alive, I hated me so much. Are you planning to be a desperate mandarin duck with me now?"

Su Xiangwan choked a little, and slowly said, "Why save me?"

Song Ziming was silent for a long time, and finally just closed his eyes and whispered softly: "Let's go, leave me alone."

"Late late? Late late!"

On the other side, Mu Beiting only heard the voice on the phone suddenly interrupted, his heart sank, and his whole body became cold a little bit like falling into an ice cave.

He immediately redialed Su Xiangwan's number, but he never got the slightest answer.

Late late... late late...

do not scare me!

Nothing will happen, and it will never happen.

"How long will it take?" Mu Beiting's fingertips were shaking lightly, trying to calm himself down and asked the driver.

The driver was also anxious and sweating profusely: "The journey is not too far, but the front seems to be blocked, I don't know how long it will be blocked."

Mu Beiting looked up, and the viaduct was really blocked.

He pursed his thin lips and got out of the car without hesitation.

"Master..."

Mu Beiting walked directly through the traffic and rushed forward, his eyes flushed slightly in the night.

Too late...Be sure to wait for me, be sure to wait for me!

I forbid you to have an accident!

After running down the viaduct, the road was still blocked, and Mu Beiting grabbed a motorcycle and drove straight to the destination on the sidewalk.