Chapter 390 With Just One Look From Her, She Bought Out His Life (1)

It's deep love, not liking...

His voice was so soft that it was almost imperceptible.

Qin Zhi'ai, who was lying on his neck, listened to everything without missing a word. She frowned slightly, raised her head slightly, looked at Gu Yusheng, and asked suspiciously, "Gu Yusheng, what are you talking about?" Say what?"

Gu Yusheng's consciousness was still there, he heard her voice, the dry and pale lips moved for a while, and a very faint voice floated out.

When he said that sentence just now, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength. At this moment, even though Qin Zhi'ai was so close to his lips, and she even put her head to his lips, she still couldn't hear what he said clearly. What, I can only feel that his breathing is getting heavier and harder.

Only then did Qin Zhi'ai snap back to her senses, she quickly got up from Gu Yusheng's body, and yelled at the policemen who had already walked on the road and were about to drive away.

She yelled a few times, and the middle-aged policeman walking at the end seemed to notice it, and turned her head back.

Because the distance was too far, the middle-aged policeman couldn't hear what Qin Zhi'ai said, but just watched her waving her hands in the grass.

The policeman on the side of the road, someone began to urge him to come up quickly, he struggled a bit, but turned around and walked towards Qin Zhi'ai.

When he was still about ten meters away from Qin Zhi'ai, Qin Zhi'ai pulled her hoarse and painful throat and shouted again: "I found him, I found him..."

The middle-aged policeman seemed to find it unbelievable. He was stunned, and then rushed over suddenly. When he saw Gu Yusheng who was dying in the haystack, his eyes visibly trembled. Then he took out his phone and started dial number.

...

Soon, those policemen who left turned back.

The quiet riverside has become a little chaotic.

Gu Yusheng lay on the grass, unaware, his lips were still opening and closing, as if he was muttering something.

Qin Zhi'ai knelt down and asked softly, "What did you say?"

As if Gu Yusheng didn't hear her words, he was still wriggling his lips.

Qin Zhi'ai frowned, her ears almost pressed against Gu Yusheng's lips, but she could vaguely hear a few soft and vague pronunciations.

A policeman standing by the side, who had learned lip language, stared at Gu Yusheng's lips for a long time, and then relayed his words to Qin Zhi'ai: "He said, it's not like, it's deep love, it's deep love, It's not liking, it's not liking, it's deep love..."

The policeman followed Gu Yusheng several times and then looked at Qin Zhi'ai: "What does this mean?"

Qin Zhi'ai also shook her head in puzzlement, then looked at Gu Yusheng.

Why does he keep chanting this sentence? What exactly does that mean?

...

Not long after, the ambulance arrived.

Qin Zhi'ai has always been by Gu Yusheng's side. When everyone helped carry Gu Yusheng into the car, his hand accidentally touched hers, and he seemed to be exhausted. It grabbed Qin Zhi'ai's wrist.

He grasped it extraordinarily hard, as if once he let go, she would disappear.

Gu Yusheng's behavior made it difficult to carry him into the ambulance.

Someone asked Qin Zhi'ai to pull his hand away, and Gu Yusheng, who seemed to be in a coma with his eyes closed but had been muttering, suddenly strengthened his fingertips.