The numbness on his left leg gradually passed, and Song Yan began to feel the piercing pain from the whole leg, and cold sweat kept falling on his forehead, but he bit his lips and didn't dare to say a word, he was afraid of disturbing Xia Lin.

Xia Lin shifted his body and took out his mobile phone from his pocket with great effort. The battery was still full, but there was no signal left.

He still didn't give up, dialed a few numbers and sent a few text messages, all of which failed.

He suddenly regretted it, and felt that he didn't have a long memory. He had already encountered something in his previous life, but he could encounter it again in this life, and he also trapped Song Yan.

Xia Lin hesitated and asked, "Song Yan, do you... blame me? If it wasn't for my insistence on coming to the mountain to find a child, you wouldn't..."

"Don't think so, I'm voluntary." Song Yan paused, then said, "You have a kind heart, I like you like this."

Xia Lin didn't know what to say for a while.

The two were silent for a while, and Xia Lin asked, "How did you live in your last life?"

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, and then said in a hoarse voice, "I never saw you caring about this issue before, why is it all of a sudden now?"

"It was because I didn't ask before. I thought you and Yu Luotong got back together later," Xia Lin's voice sounded a little awkward, "Why should I make myself unhappy."

Song Yan silently twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled helplessly.

I just heard Xia Lin continue: "Later I heard that Yu Luotong already has a boyfriend. It doesn't seem to be what I thought... I'm a little curious, how did you live your last life?"

Song Yan was silent for a while. He had thought about many possibilities before, under what circumstances would Xia Lin ask this question, but he never thought that it would be the current situation.

And now, instead of Xia Lin knowing the truth, it's better...

After a moment of silence, Song Yan asked back, "What do you think?"

Xia Lin raised his eyebrows slightly: "Looking at your obsession in this life, it doesn't look like you have found a new love again. Could it be that you have been a bachelor all your life?"

Song Yan pursed his lips and hid his face in the shadows. Then he sighed softly: "Yeah, I've been a bachelor all my life."

He paused and asked, "Did you have any sympathy for me?" There was a hint of helplessness, self-deprecation, sadness, and a little bit of casual ridicule in his tone.

"What's there to sympathize with, it deserves it." Xia Lin snorted lightly, but his tone became softer unconsciously, and then he added in a vague way, "It's really been a waste of so many years, but I haven't made any progress at all. Numbers don't grow brains."

Song Yan smiled lowly.

He didn't speak anymore, because he couldn't talk anymore.

The pain in his legs gradually became blurred, and he began to feel dizzy, short of breath, and even cold all over his body and cold hands and feet.

He knew that this was a symptom of hemorrhagic shock, and he might not really be able to last long.

Xia Lin said something again, but his ears were buzzing and some couldn't hear clearly.

"Xia Lin..." He said weakly, "Something I want to say to you all of a sudden..."

Xia Lin was stunned, but did not interrupt him.

"Xia Lin, you said you hated me, I wasn't convinced before... I thought God gave me a chance to live again, so I pursued you with all my strength and said all kinds of things. I want to impress you with nice words. Now that I think about it, I really hate me like this. It turns out that everything is just me being affectionate. "

It turned out that God's opportunity was not given to him, but to Xia Lin. The only person who can really go back to his heart is Xia Lin, who always wondered why Xia Lin couldn't give him a chance and couldn't like him again, but now, he just feels fortunate that Xia Lin doesn't like it. he is.

It's so painful to watch a loved one die. This kind of pain is still fresh in his memory even if he is reborn, and he doesn't want Xia Lin to suffer once.

Xia Lin frowned, he felt that Song Yan's current situation was not right, not only the words he said, but also the voice of the words.

He thought that Song Yan was too scared, so he gently held his hand to comfort him, but when he touched him, he was startled by his cold body temperature.

"Song Yan, what's the matter with you?" He suddenly clenched Song Yan's hand, "Your body temperature is abnormal, what's wrong with you, tell me!"

Song Yan took his hand instead: "Xia Lin, don't be afraid, you didn't die in the last life, and you won't die in this life. God will bless you, and I will bless you too."

Xia Lin finally realized that Song Yan's situation was very critical, he moved his body to check Song Yan's injury, but Song Yan stopped him immediately: "Xia Lin, don't move around, be careful that the crossbar above your head falls off. Come down, then we're really done playing."

Xia Lin really froze and didn't dare to move. At this moment, he really began to feel fear, and said in a slightly crying voice: "Then what to do, your injury must be dealt with as soon as possible!"

"Xia Lin," Song Yan patted the back of his hand comfortingly, "Don't worry about me, save your stamina, at least one of us must go out alive, otherwise we will be reborn for nothing..."

At the end of his speech, his eyelids were too heavy to lift, he felt very sleepy and wanted to close his eyes and sleep.

Xia Lin panicked, and this panic was stronger than when he was trapped in a cave alone in his last life.

He wanted to hold Song Yan in his arms to give him warmth. He wanted to check what was wrong with Song Yan's wound, but he couldn't do anything. He had studied medicine for four years, but at the critical moment, it didn't work at all. Can't play.

In the end, he really had no choice, Xin Yiheng raised his cuffs, put his wrist to Song Yan's mouth and said, "Song Yan, don't sleep, you've shed too much blood, I know you're thirsty right now, You drink my blood first, so that you can at least maintain your vital signs..."

Song Yan opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw the white arm in front of him.

He raised his head and glanced at Xia Lin in surprise, then carefully covered Xia Lin's wrist, put his cheek gently on his palm, closed his eyes and said helplessly: "How could I give up, you fool..."