novelraw Chapter 383 Don’t Hate Me
Chapter 383 Don’t Hate Me
He mustered all his reflexes and lunged forward! But he was too far from Mu Yiliang, and could only watch helplessly... as she was knocked down by Ye Moran!
"What are you doing?" Su Yan was also somewhat shocked, angrily glancing at the subordinate beside her.
"Why so much nonsense!" The subordinate snorted coldly and fired his gun again!
The change happened in an instant! The gunshot seemed like a signal, and the bodyguards on Yan Sijue’s side immediately sprang into action, blocking in front of them, forming a solid wall with their bodies. The "bang bang" of gunshots echoed endlessly!
Yan Sijue, however, couldn’t care less about these; his eyes could only see that moment of panic!
He strode over, pulled her out from under Ye Moran, and when he made sure she wasn’t hurt, his heart finally settled back in place!
"Yiliang... Yiliang..." His voice was broken and trembling, "You scared me to death!"
Mu Yiliang was in a daze, as if her soul had already left her.
Ye Moran lay in a pool of blood, his body twitching slightly. His hand tried to grasp something, but in the end, only grabbed a bunch of air.
Tears fell from Mu Yiliang’s eyes without her knowing when, as if the whole world was left in nothing but a bloody red.
She couldn’t help but reach out and hold his hand.
Ye Moran seemed to use all his remaining strength to tightly hold hers!
"...Don’t hate me..." he said intermittently; the rapidly flowing blood was swiftly taking away his life force. He couldn’t even open his eyes, only barely able to see her figure.
"Ye Moran..." Mu Yiliang seemed to finally react, suddenly grasping his hand back, "Ye Moran!"
"Don’t hate me..." he said those three words again, trying hard to pull out a smile, "Don’t hate me..."
"No, I don’t hate you! I’ve never hated you!" Mu Yiliang trembled, tears kept flowing, and besides Ye Moran’s pale face with a smile, she could see nothing else.
"Okay..." he struggled to utter this word and slowly closed his eyes.
Mu Yiliang shuddered, subconsciously glancing at Yan Sijue beside her, her voice hoarse, "He just passed out, right?"
"Yiliang..." Yan Sijue held her tightly, not letting her look at Ye Moran lying in the pool of blood again, "He’s dead..."
He’s dead...
Yes, he died when Su Yan shot; he shielded her with his body.
Ye Moran was originally right next to her, that shot, he blocked it so easily, and the bullet entered his chest just as easily.
This man, whom she had once liked for three years, rejected her repeatedly, even though she later found out that he didn’t dislike her initially. But they ultimately missed each other, and when she learned the truth, there was already someone else in her heart.
His entanglement, his stubbornness, had once made her angry and powerless, even today’s situation was because of him.
But he’s dead. Lying before her covered in blood, with a peaceful smile on his face, his hand slightly curled as if still holding hers.
The gunshots seemed to fade away gradually, and Mu Yiliang suddenly felt a faint pain in her lower abdomen. She instinctively placed her hand over her abdomen but couldn’t stop the terrifying sense of falling pain!
No...
She silently pleaded, powerless in Yan Sijue’s arms, wanting to speak, but found herself unable to say anything. Her vision began to darken, as she bit her lip hard, but eventually couldn’t stop the dizziness.