Gu Weiwei looked at him fixedly, and the words and sentences were heavy.
"Gu Siwei, I am not dead in the hands of those who are stabbing, I am dead in your hands."
"I...we?" Gu Sizhen’s voice trembled and asked inexplicably.
"Yes, you, you and Ling Xiao."
Gu Weiwei approached and said, "I woke up in a coma for a few months. Ling Xiao was on the side of my bed. She said that she was very sick and died. She said that only when my heart transplanted to her, she could survive. ""
"She injected me with a drug that killed the brain, and I have no resistance in the hospital bed."
......
In her words, Gu Sizhen shuddered and shook his head in disbelief.
No, it is not like this.
It can't be like this.
Gu Weiwei’s cold eyes glared at his heart like a knife and continued to tell.
"You came here at this time, although I can't open my eyes, but I heard the sound."
"I worked hard... I tried to ask for help, but you told them to take my heart off."
......
On the face of Gu Siyu, he gradually lost his blood. When he heard the last sentence, he felt the desperation of the skybreaking.
"Not like this, Wei Wei, not like this..."
"You killed me, you dug my heart transplant to her." Gu Weiwei interrupted his excuse sharply and questioned, "Gu Siwei, you still let me go back, what qualifications do you want me to go back? See your disgusting face?"
"Impossible, it is impossible for Ling Xiao to do this, it is impossible..."
Gu Sizhen did not believe that she was not seriously injured by the thorn, but because he and Ling Xiao died.
"You don't believe it is your business, but every scene of that scene, I will not forget." Gu Weiwei's deep hatred of the eyes, said word by word, "To you, to Gu Jia, I hate and hate. Nothing else."
Gu Sizhen only felt the sharp eyes of the girl, and looked at his heart like a sharp knife.