The Young Master’s Bride

This was the first time she saw her brother crying like a helpless child.

It's like losing the most important thing in the world, so heartbreaking.

Huo Qingge wanted to reach out his hand to touch her brother's face and wipe the tears off his face, but he couldn't raise his arm.

As long as she moved, her whole body was in pain, the pain was like being cut to pieces by someone.

"do not move!"

Li Beichen's voice came from Huo Qingge's ear, so heavy, with a heavy heartache.

She remembered that Li Beichen proposed to her, and she has not said that she would...

Opening his mouth, Huo Qingge's voice slipped out a few soft words "I...Yes!"

Although it is very light, it makes people hear clearly.

I am willing to slam into Li Beichen's heart fiercely.

At this time, what she said she was willing, in this life, whether she wanted it or not, she would be his Li Beichen's wife.

He doesn't need her consent to marry her, nor anyone's consent.

After saying this, Huo Qingge realized that his throat was also painful.

"water……"

Huo Qingge wanted to drink water, but when she said the word water, she remembered it.

She was thrown into the cold water, and then she didn't remember anything.

Where is she now?

do you died? So the cold water, the heart is so cold that I can't breathe, because it should be dead.

"Come on, drink water!"

Li Beichen held the quilt in his hand, put the straw to Huo Qingge's mouth, and said softly.

Huo Qingge heard Li Beichen's voice and opened her eyes in a daze, isn't she dead? Could it be that Li Beichen is also dead? How could I hear his voice and see his face?

"Bei Chen..." Huo Qingge's eyelids were heavy and he couldn't open his mouth weakly.

"Hey, don't talk, drink some water!"

Li Beichen's voice was a little hoarse, just listening to it made people feel distressed.

If Huo Qingge could completely open his eyes and look at him now, he would discover how haggard Li Beichen was at this time.

Huo Qingge drank the water with a straw and felt his throat feel much more comfortable.

I opened my eyes to see that I was in the hospital ward.

Dark eyes turned to look at Li Beichen, a trace of stunnedness flashed in his eyes.

Huo Qingge was in a coma for two days, and Li Beichen hadn't closed his eyes for two days. The black stubble had already appeared, and he didn't care.

In addition to not sleeping and worrying too much about Huo Qingge, the whole person looks particularly haggard.

"Am I not dead?"

Huo Qingge reached out to touch Li Beichen's face, but couldn't touch it, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

She knew she was not dead, but she was not dead...

She didn't want to see Li Beichen's worried and distressed eyes.

"I thought I was dead... the water was so cold..."

Huo Qingge felt pain all over when he thought of the cold water.

"No nonsense!"

Li Beichen frowned and said solemnly.

His complexion is not so good, he still has lingering fears.

"I'll serve you some porridge. Flame cooked and delivered it in the morning. Everyone is worried about you!"

When Li Beichen said this, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He remembered that he had never eaten porridge made by flames.

"My brother saved me?"

Huo Qingge thought that her last memory was his brother holding her and crying. She thought that her mother would not rescue her.

She hated herself so much, wishing she would die right away, how could she save her...

However, why did she still have expectations in her heart, even after she was drowning.