Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life (Living Life Over) - Volume 1 (93)
The numbness on his left leg gradually passed.
Song Yan began to feel the pain of the whole leg. He was sweating coldly but he did not dare to say a word. He was afraid that Xia Lin would be disturbed.
Xia Lin shifted his body and labored to take out the phone from his pocket. The phone was still full but there was no signal left.
He still didn’t give up. He dialed a few numbers and sent several text messages, all of which failed.
He suddenly regretted it and felt that he could hardly remember something that he had already encountered once in his previous life and he even pitted Song Yan in.
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 came voluntarily.” Song Yan paused, then said, “You have a kind heart and I like you like this.”
Xia Lin didn’t know what to say for a while.
The two remained silent for a while then Xia Lin asked, “In your last life, how did you live?”
Song Yan was startled for a moment and said in a dumb voice: “I haven’t seen you caring about this issue before, why ask suddenly?”
“I didn’t ask before because I thought you reunited with Yu Luotong later,” Xia Lin’s voice sounded a little awkward.
Song Yan twitched the corner of his mouth silently, laughing a little helplessly.
He only heard Xia Lin continue: “Later, I heard you say that Yu Luotong already has a boyfriend. It doesn’t seem to be what I thought… I was a little curious about how you lived in your last life.”
Song Yan was silent for a moment. He had thought about many possibilities before, under what circumstances Xia Lin would ask this question but he never thought it would be the current situation.
But now, instead of Xia Lin knowing the truth, it’s better…
After a moment of silence, Song Yan asked, “What do you think?”
Xia Lin raised his eyebrows slightly: “Seeing that you have such a deep attachment in this life, it doesn’t look like you have found love again. Could it be that you have been a bachelor for the rest of your life?”
Song Yan pursed his lips and hid his face in the shadows, then he sighed faintly: “Yes, I’ve been a bachelor for a lifetime.”
He paused and asked, “Did you sympathize with me a little bit?”
There was a hint of helplessness, self-deprecating sadness, and some careless ridicule in his tone.
“Is there anything to sympathize with? You deserve it.”
Xia Lin snorted but his tone softened unconsciously and then added something unclearly. “I’ve lived for so many years in vain. I haven’t made any progress at all.”
Song Yan gave a low smile.
He did not speak anymore because he could no longer speak.
The pain on his leg gradually became blurred and he began to feel dizzy, has difficulty breathing, and even has chills all over his body. He knew that this was a symptom of hemorrhagic shock and he might really not be able to hold it for long.
Xia Lin said something again but his ears buzzed and he couldn’t hear clearly.
“Xia Lin…” His voice was weak, “I have something to say to you…”
Xia Lin was startled and didn’t interrupt him.
“Xia Lin, you said that you hate me, I was not convinced before… I thought God gave me a chance to do it again so I pursued you vigorously and said all kinds of things. I want to impress you with nice words. Now that I think about it, this kind of me is really annoying. It turns out that everything is just me being passionate.”
It turned out that God’s opportunity was not for him, but for Xia Lin.
The only person who can really come back with his own heart is Xia Lin.
He always struggled before why Xia Lin couldn’t give him a chance and couldn’t like him again. But now, he only feels fortunate. Fortunate because Xia Lin doesn’t like him.
It’s too painful to watch the death of your beloved one.
This kind of pain is still fresh in his memory even if he is reborn and he doesn’t want Xia Lin to endure it.
Xia Lin frowned. He felt that Song Yan’s current situation was not right, not only what he said, but also his voice.
He thought 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 squeezed Song Yan’s hand abruptly, “Your body temperature is abnormal! What’s wrong with you? Tell me!”
Song Yan held his hand instead: “Xia Lin, don’t be afraid. You didn’t die in your 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 to check Song Yan’s injuries but Song Yan immediately stopped him: “Xia Lin, don’t move around. Be careful of that crossbar above your head. If it falls off, the two of us are really finished. ”
Xia Lin really froze and did not dare to move. He began to feel fear at this moment and said in a slightly crying voice: “What should I do then? Your injury must be dealt with as soon as possible!”
“Xia Lin,” Song Yan gently patted the back of his hand in a reassuring manner, “Leave me alone. Save your energy. At least one of us must go out alive, otherwise, we will be born again…”
At the end of his speech, his eyelids were too heavy to lift up. He felt very sleepy and wanted to close his eyes.
Xia Lin panicked all over and this panic was even stronger than when he was trapped alone in the cave in his previous 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 studied medicine for four years but at the most critical moment, it did nothing.
In the end, he really had no choice.
He raised his cuffs and put his wrist to Song Yan’s mouth and said, “Song Yan, don’t sleep. You bled too much blood. I know you are thirsty now. You drink my blood first so that you can at least maintain your vital signs…”
When Song Yan opened his eyes with difficulty, he saw the white arm in front of him.
He looked up at Xia Lin in surprise and then carefully covered Xia Lin’s wrist, gently pressed his cheek to his palm, closed his eyes, and said helplessly: “How can I be willing, you fool…”