Yi Beihan sneered weakly, pursed his thin lips with a shocking blood stain, glanced at Xia Yan one last time, and said in a trembling voice, "Xia Yan... I wish you... happiness... I, love..."

you.

I love you.

However, before the last word was uttered, the smile on Yi Beihan's lips gradually disappeared, a warm soft light burst out from his eyes, and then he closed his eyes tightly.

Chu Weiwei hurriedly covered Xiao Moyue's eyes and slowly knelt down.

She really couldn't believe that the person lying on the ground was Yi Beihan.

"Yi Beihan!!" Xia Yan let out a low roar in despair, holding Yi Beihan's body and shaking it vigorously.

"Master!" Azhan hurriedly stepped forward, knelt down in front of Yi Beihan with a plop, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and placed it on the end of Yi Beihan's nose.

After pausing for a few seconds, tears burst from his eyes, he kowtowed heavily and shouted: "Young Master——"

When little Gary saw A Zhan's actions, he hurriedly ran up, hugged Yi Beihan's thin waist tightly, and cried loudly, "Daddy, I'm sorry——"

Xia Yan's face suddenly turned pale.

A string in my mind suddenly broke!

Her whole body was so cold that she opened her mouth, but not a single word came out.

I could only watch A Zhan and little Gary holding Yi Beihan's body and crying. They seemed to be saying that Yi Beihan was dead...

dead...

How is it possible...

"Yi Beihan...Yi Beihan, Yi Beihan...get up quickly..." Xia Yan murmured alone, stretching out his arms to hug Yi Beihan's body, trying to make him stand up.

But his body had become so cold, his eyes were tightly closed, and even the big hands that usually held her, protected her and kept her warm, were motionless at this time.

"Mommy, I'm sorry..." Little Gary hugged Xia Yan's arm and cried heartbreakingly.

The cold air was filled with biting coldness, making people shiver from the cold.

Xia Yan stared at Yi Beihan slightly, and felt a thunderous explosion above his head. The pain started from his heart and spread to his limbs along the nerve endings.

Hot tears fell down one after another, her mind was buzzing, and her face turned frighteningly white.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it... Yi Beihan, I don't believe it... How could you die? You said you would protect me for the rest of your life..."

Xia Yan took Yi Beihan's big hand and touched his cheek.

But the cold temperature on his hands made her suddenly wake up from a dream. He was dead, Yi Beihan was dead... and would never come back...

How could her Yi Beihan leave her like this?

Shen Zhuolie frowned deeply. He never expected that Yi Beihan's gun had no bullets.

Yi Beihan is dead, and he and Xia Yan may never be able to do it again.

But while Yi Beihan was alive, he had no chance in front of Xia Yan.

Shen Zhuolie walked up to Xia Yan and held her hand, "Xia Yan, he is dead. Be careful not to break your body from crying."

"Get out of here -" Xia Yan threw away his hand angrily, hugged Yi Beihan's body tightly, beat his body with her fists, and screamed over and over again in a hoarse voice for him to get up.

The wound on Yi Beihan's chest has stopped bleeding, and the white shirt on his upper body has long been dyed bright red.

Shen Zhuolie picked up little Gary, frowned and said, "Jingyu, come with daddy, let's go to the United States together."

Little Gary bit Shen Zhuolie's hand and slapped Shen Zhuolie's body with both hands, "You are not my daddy, you bad guy, you killed my biological daddy!"
Chapter completed!