Gu Mohan raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Knock knock", the knocking sound was very rhythmic, sharp and strong, "Mo'er, hurry up and open the door!"

There was no response from inside.

Gu Mohan's handsome facial features were still stained with cold raindrops, which made his silhouette look very cold and hard, "Mo'er, be good, open the door, you know, this door can't stop me." ”

There was still no sound inside.

Gu Mohan raised his eyebrows, his chest began to rise and fall, and then Huo Beichen took a key over, "Second brother, the key is here." ”

Gu Mohan took the key and quickly opened the door.

The room was pitch black, no lights were turned on, Gu Mohan pulled out his long legs and walked in, the soft big bed was empty, and there was no one.

What about Tang Moer?

Gu Mohan's narrow eyes as sharp as a falcon swept around the room, and then froze in a dim corner.

A small figure huddled in the corner.

With a "snap", Gu Mohan turned on the wall lamp in the room, and when he saw the scene in front of him, his black pupils shrank suddenly.

The maid had changed her into a clean white dress, and now the skirt was stained with blood, and a knife was thrown on the carpet, and the slender wrist on her right hung weakly on the carpet, and there was a shocking blood mark on the wrist, and a pool of blood meandered like a stream.

She actually cut her wrist with a knife.

Her other arm hugged her knees tightly, burying her little face in her knees, her long hair falling down to cover her whole little face, and she sat in the corner so silent and lifeless.

Huo Beichen was shocked when he looked at this scene, and suddenly he felt that his heart was tightly contracted, and it hurt.

The feeling was so foreign that he didn't know what was wrong with him.

Gu Mohan slowly stepped forward, then squatted down, he stretched out a big palm and pressed the girl's bleeding wound hard, the blood was hot, and her body was cold.

Like ice, there is no temperature.

His eyes fell on scarlet little by little, Gu Mohan looked at her, she was like a porcelain doll that fell to the ground, shattered and numb, so that he didn't dare to touch it.

The big bony palm trembled over and clasped the back of her head, and he gently and firmly pressed her into his wide and cold arms, "Mo'er, Mo'er, what's wrong with you?"

Tang Mo'er was too painful, and Acacia was very toxic, and she couldn't bear it.

So she found a knife and cut her wrist.

Watching the blood flow out of her wrist, the consciousness of her brain was also draining a little, and she found that she didn't feel any pain.

Moer.

Moer.

Who's calling her?

This voice was so familiar, so low and magnetic, and the scene she first met three years ago flashed in her mind, she crashed into his arms, and his first words were---I don't know you."

In fact, she was thinking that if she hadn't pestered him at that time, she would have come up with other ways to get out of danger, so that she wouldn't lose her heart.

That way, she wouldn't be so badly injured.

Tang Mo'er moved her cold body, and then all her senses were screaming pain.

Hiss.

She snorted in the man's arms.

Hearing this, Gu Mohan breathed heavily, the male Adam's apple rolled up and down, he raised his handsome eyebrows heavily, and hugged her in his arms hard, at this moment he wanted to rub her into his own blood.

He didn't know how to write the word "afraid" in his life, but at that moment just now, he was so scared.

He was afraid that he would lose her.