There wasn't a single place that didn't hurt.
He could also feel his blood slowly draining from his body, his consciousness gradually blurring.
Ever since his rebirth, Rong Xingyu had deliberately forced himself not to recall that sensation of slowly approaching death.
But he had never imagined that one day, there would be someone looking at him with such aching concern, asking him if it hurt.
Rong Xingyu felt a burning warmth rise in his eyes.
Ding Yixin lowered his head and pressed a kiss to Rong Xingyu's lips.
The two of them fell silent, yet exchanged a kiss so gentle it seemed to reach the extreme of tenderness.
When the kiss finally ended, Rong Xingyu felt warmth return to his limbs.
"It's all over now, Yuyu," Ding Yixin said softly, brushing a light kiss against Rong Xingyu's slightly damp forehead.
Yes, it was all over.
That car accident had already happened a long time ago, so long ago that it belonged to a previous lifetime.
