WIFE CAN'T ESCAPE MTL

Chapter 72

 The sharp point of the knife was aimed at her heart, as long as he stabbed it in, Song Luan would be killed on the spot.

Zhao Nanyu was holding the hilt of the knife, his hands trembling, his forehead was sweating thinly, his voice was extremely low and hoarse, and the whole person was discouraged, "I can't get my hand." With a

"bang", the dagger fell to the ground.

Song Luan held up the last bit of strength, bent down and picked up the dagger on the ground. With just such a simple action, she was sweating profusely from pain. She gently placed the dagger in his palm and opened her lips. "It hurts, it hurts in my dreams."

I was thinking about death all the time, the decay of the organs, like a big hand in the chest, grabbing her heart hard and stirring with all my strength.

Even breathing is a heavy pain.

Zhao Nanyu's tears fell on her cheek drop by drop, and Song Luan suddenly realized that her death was a relief for her, but it was torture for Zhao Nanyu.

Killing a loved one personally will definitely feel uncomfortable.

But she really couldn't care about his mood anymore.

She raised her eyes and looked at Zhao Nanyu with red eyes, the water was shining, one hand was covering her chest, and she curled up, breathing

heavily , "I really feel so painful, please help me." The sharp tingling pain spreads from the soles of the feet to the brain, and every part of the limbs can not avoid this sharp to the extreme pain.

Song Luan yelled indiscriminately. Because of her loss of strength, her groaning sound from pain gradually became smaller, her original beautiful facial features gradually distorted, and her face became bloodless.

The knuckles of the five fingers were dead white. She grabbed Zhao Nanyu's sleeves, "Kill me, you killed me."

Zhao Nanyu kissed her eyebrows with pity, slowly closed her eyes, opened them immediately, and he held them again. He tightened the dagger, his eyes were numb, and with a "chirp", the tip of the knife sank deeply into her flesh and blood, piercing her heart.

Song Luan fell into his arms, the corners of her lips seemed to have a contented smile.

It was almost exactly the same as the picture she had seen in her dream. She died in Zhao Nanyu's hands and in his arms.

Zhao Nanyu pressed her head on her shoulders and said with a dumb voice. He said: "It's alright, it doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt anymore. Don't cry."

"Well, you won't hurt anymore, right? "At

the moment of being stabbed to death, Song Luan's soul seemed to be violently pulled, and the memory scenes surged up.

Song Luan remembered a lot of things, but she was also very self-willed. Zhao Nanyu said that she liked stepping on the ground barefoot and said it more than a hundred times, but she had never heard of it. Every time, he just passed by with a smile. He was helpless and funny. She shook her head, grabbed her feet and lowered herself to put on her shoes.

This winter, the snow in Beijing was so heavy, and the weather was colder than in previous years. Zhao Nanyu pushed her a big snowman. At that time, she didn't have time to ask how long it took him.

The snowman that puts so hard on it must be cold.

This man has always tolerated her little temper, tolerated her arrogance, he was taciturn, he was domineering and forbearing.