Sweet Wife in My Arms

Huan was not sleeping well.
She wore a little frown and seemed to dream about something.

 “Yan Huan, please, save Lu Yi, save my son, please.”

 A middle-aged woman held Yan Huan’s hand tightly, almost kneeling on the ground.

 “Yan Huan, please, I beg you.
I kneel down to you.
Save Lu Yi, please, you have the rare blood type, only you do!”

 Yan Huan wrenched herself from the woman’s grasp, then flicked the dust from her hem.

 The woman behind her knelt down.

 “Yan Huan, I beg you to save him, he is only 28…”

 But Yan Huan just sneered, without any reaction, and walked away step by step, leaving the man who needed her blood.

 What is blood? Blood is the origin of human life.
People would not be alive without blood.

 If she wanted, she could save the man who had the same blood type as her.

 By the way, what was his name? Lu Yi.

 Yes, Lu Yi.

 “Yan Huan, help him, please, save my son, please…”

 The middle-aged woman was still crying behind her, kowtowing on the ground.

 Yan Huan stopped suddenly, wringing her hands.

 “Don’t beg, stop crying, I’ll do it, I’ll do it…”

 “I’ll do it!” Yan Huan woke up with a start.
Warm light fell on the floor from the bedside lamp, and fell on her face as well.
It showed a cold sweat on her forehead, shining like pearls, falling, and cracking.

 1She was breathing quickly, and could hear her heart beat in her chest clearly.

 The experiences from her last life were still so vivid.