104: C104 The Fire Was like a Song

C104 The Fire Was like a Song

The man who saved her covered her with a wet blanket and revealed his face at the same time.

He didn't expect it to be Gong Mingchuan.

In the dark night, Gong Mingchuan's handsome face was illuminated by the silver red light of the fire. There was a trace of sadness and charm in it. He narrowed his eyes. "It's not your beloved brother-in-law. Are you disappointed?"

Le Youyou lowered her eyes. She was not disappointed in the bottom of her heart.

She only felt touched. Her heart was beating faster and faster.

It turned out that the night was too dark, and there was finally someone. . . It would be like a knight descending, holding her hand, bringing her through all obstacles, towards dawn.

He held her in his arms and rushed downstairs.

Lying in the familiar embrace, Le Youyou only hoped that time would stop here.

In his arms, listening to his increasingly agitated heartbeat, she could forget all her unhappiness.

If she really left him, her world would definitely become dull.

Gong Mingchuan put Le Youyou on the ground and looked up at the second floor. He still had something to take. . .

Suddenly, "Youyou!" Tang Beiyue ran into the living room of the villa. The fire lit up the living room.

He saw Le Youyou and immediately ran towards her. "You are fine. . . That's great. . . " He held Le Youyou's hand and checked her face and body. She was not burned by the fire and finally felt relieved.

"Who did this?" Tang Beiyue's face was full of anger.

He was asking Gong Mingchuan this question.

Gong Mingchuan sneered and didn't answer. Instead, he turned around and ran towards the second floor.

Le Youyou immediately pulled his arm, "The second floor is full of fire. It was not easy for you to escape with me. Why do you want to go up again?"

Gong Mingchuan's eyes were fixed on his bedroom on the second floor. There were flames jumping up and down.

A complicated look that Le Youyou could not understand flashed across the bottom of his eyes. Finally, that complicated look settled into a determined look.

He did not care about her stopping him and ran upstairs.

"Gong Mingchuan!"

Le Youyou shouted and grabbed the hem of his shirt. Her eyes were full of pleading. "Don't go. . . You will die. . . "

The fire was like a ruthless executioner. The flickering red light was filled with cruel killing intent.

He didn't want to go up, he didn't want to take any risks.

If he loved her, he would accompany her out of this fire scene.

In the future, if he was willing to let her stay, then she would stay. If he let her go, then she would leave.

As long as he didn't take any more risks, it was up to him. . .

Gong Mingchuan looked deeply at Youyou.

In that short moment, thousands of thoughts surged in his heart, and it was difficult to make a decision.

However, he quickly shook his head, pulled her hand away, and rushed into the sea of fire without hesitation.

Le Youyou knelt on the ground and screamed. "No!"2

Why did he have to rush upstairs? Was it to get something very important to him?

What was so important to him that he had to risk his life for it?

Ever since she met him, she had fallen into a gamble and bet that this man would not give her a beautiful future. However, when it came to the most crucial gamble, her heart was completely lost.

The fire shook and the crowd roared. In the flickering flames, Le Youyou finally saw Gong Mingchuan enter the bedroom. After a moment, he walked out with something in his arms.

He actually held a dark green military uniform in his arms. His arm was on the military uniform and he hugged it tightly as if he was protecting the treasure in his heart.

The fire was spreading and soon half of the stairs were burnt.

The fire was roaring, cutting off his escape route.

Gong Mingchuan stood at the staircase and looked at the sea of fire under his feet. He did not have a trace of fear on his face. Instead, he was immersed in confusion.

Youyou asked him. What was the most exciting moment in his life?

At that time, he was thinking about that uninhabited island. . .

So, if he really died in the fire. . . It would only be because of the excitement he felt when he was young.

Le Youyou raised her teary eyes and bit her lips, staring intently at the military uniform in Gong Mingchuan's arms.

It turned out that he did not care about his life to protect it, but it was this uniform that his sister gave him.

In that uniform, there was a letter that his sister wrote to him.

She had asked Xiang Chen before, but Gong Mingchuan had never received these letters.

When he received these letters, the woman had already been shot and sacrificed.

This military uniform, these letters, and Le Youyou were all inheritance that Le Lee had left for him.

These letters hid his previous feelings. . .

In a trance filled with tears, Gong Mingchuan seemed to raise his head and look at her, but it also seemed like he did not.

In the blink of an eye, he was engulfed by the flames.

"Don't. . . "

Le Youyou exclaimed and wanted to rush upstairs but an even more violent explosion hit her, making her faint from the shock.

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