Han Moyu suppressed this feeling in his heart, but he still couldn't forget it. She only felt that her heart was very painful, very painful, very cold, very cold.

Han Moyu dragged his heavy steps back into the house, and lay on his back on the bed weakly. She stared at the beams and pillars of the roof with her big empty eyes. Little by little, time passed. Xue Ling'er came and left, and then, Shen Zhong'an came, and the servants came and left, and later, her mother, Ning Rouge, also came, and brought a doctor; Han Moyu just lay with her eyes open, not speaking or moving, and she didn't even know when the doctor left.

Anyway, when she noticed that the surroundings had finally quieted down, the room had become dark. She just kept her eyes open and lay in bed, but she couldn't sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, what appeared in front of her was Fu Changyu's disdainful expression. She hated that person so much, she hated it so much!

She began to cry, and she hated herself, hated herself for being so useless. It's simply that the flowing water is intentionally ruthless, and that person has no friendship for himself at all. But he himself abandoned his dignity like a fool and confessed to him, and even after receiving his refusal, he still had such a faint hope, thinking that what he said was a lie that he did not mean from the heart, and he deceived himself in this way. A lie, it's been so long.

Now, the person he was thinking about, the person he had dreamed of holding his hand and talking to him, was about to marry someone else, and he didn't even send her an invitation to Hanmoyu.

"Hahaha~~~~~~~~~~" Han Moyu laughed desperately.

Is it true that once people grow up, they will forget their original home?

All this, how ridiculous. She has shamelessly abandoned her dignity in this way, what does she want? What she wants is just an attachment! What she wants is nothing more than warmth! That must not be love! No! Han Moyu shook her head vigorously, but felt dull.

No, never, never again!

Han Moyu tried to suppress it, but the tears couldn't stop flowing.

She was like a cowering cat, hiding in a corner and not going anywhere. You can't speak, you can't move, you can't get closer, you can't leave. What you want to remember, and what you want to forget, are just that one person's figure. Why fear?

At that time, because I was young, I had no scruples, so I was frivolous. He smiled and pretended to be affectionate, even if his heart was broken into pieces, he refused to confide the truth to others. And that kind of reserve and disguise was completely shattered because of Murong Huang's words, if you want to love, you have to say it.

So, with the determination to die, she confessed to that person. Ashamed and painful, there is a slight hint of imperceptible happiness in the bottom of my heart. That humble happiness is not because it is accepted, but because it is expressed. However, that kind of fire of enthusiasm was extinguished by a basin of cold water from Fu Changyu. So she fled in a panic and full of sorrow.

At that time, she hid in a dark corner, and she walked alone on the street, watching people come and go, but she didn't know where she was going. Is it, is it true that there is no going back to the past...... At that time, lonely, helpless, scared, shrinking...... Flinch...... She said coldly, since that time, her heart has been scarred, and it has not healed.

And after that, Fu Changyu's indifference was still like a sword, constantly stabbing Han Moyu's fragile heart with her eyes, words, and expressions, leaving her with no skin and nowhere to escape.

But why is this so, why does she want to cling to her cold words when she has no perfect skin? Why can't she see it clearly? Why, knowing that it is difficult, she still has no hesitation? Why...... She was so humble that she wanted to take a look at such an indifferent Fu Changyu even though she was hurt.

For so long, she had been like this, and she hadn't been able to get out of it. The boundless desolation in her heart is accompanied by her left and right, and it cannot be dispersed. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She was afraid to look inside herself. She didn't know, and she didn't dare to think about it, afraid that it would be a bottomless abyss.

However, she couldn't help whether she wanted to or not, and that desperate feeling still opened its bloody mouth towards her, wanting to devour her. On that day, after hearing the news that Fu Changyu was going to get married, Han Moyu felt that he had slipped down that abyss and could no longer climb out.

In this way, she has been lying in bed for three days, and her fluctuating mood gradually calms down and slowly turns into dead ashes. In this world, Han Moyu felt very cold, very cold, like being in a huge glacier.

The only hope, the only light in the darkness, is Fu Changyu's warm but faint smile, Fu Changyu's weakness that wants to pretend to be strong when he cries bitterly, and the sympathy that is connected to the same fate. But the light gradually faded away. Han Moyu was like that, like an abandoned child, watching Fu Changyu walk farther and farther away from her, and her heart slowly turned to ashes.

She didn't speak or move like that, like a half-dead person, and Xue Ling'er looked at her inch by inch, said gentle words to her, fed her spoonful by spoonful, fed her medicine, cleaned up the bowls that she broke again and again, and stubbornly brought the decoction to her again and again.

That day, Han Moyu looked at Xue Ling'er, who was in tears but smiled at her and said comforting words, stretched out her hand, and gently wiped away the tears on Xue Linger's face. Xue Ling'er looked at Han Moyu's eyes that came back to her senses, and was speechless in surprise.

That night, Xue Ling'er finally lay down on the side of Han Moyu's bed and fell asleep with peace of mind. Han Moyu stretched out his hand, and what he was holding in his palm was a ceramic fragment. She glanced at Xue Ling'er, mechanically grasping the sharp fragment and slashing her arm. Blood, all at once, flowed out. It hurts, really. The pain and her abdomen began to twitch as well. She struggled to endure the pain, and her face turned pale.

Nothing. I have nothing.

I've never felt happy. I hate living like this. I hate myself like that. So humble, praying, blackmailing, desperately trying to grasp that trace of warmth. I want to grab something that doesn't belong to me. I should have known that we were not in the same world, that we had different destinies, but I was like the dying man, trying to breathe, trying to break it.

It's what I want, it's too much, it's too heavy...... It would be best if that heart could die...... In this way, I will no longer have any illusions, and I will not be so miserable......