Through several barriers, she secretly looked at him behind the railing, obviously so close, but it felt so far away, he still stood out from the crowd, and his demeanor was outstanding, as if he was a goshawk proud of the world, covering a large area of light in front of him, deep and wild, and the brilliance was compelling. ()

But at this time, his sudden disillusionment fell in Qiu Mo's eyes, but her heart twitched tightly, she covered her chest, for fear that the heart would jump out, the green in front of her was gradually covered with mist, she wiped her eyes, and walked quickly to the bathroom.

There are still people around her, and if someone sees her like this, she will definitely be suspicious.

A bewitching woman just came out of the bathroom, Qiu Mo hurriedly turned sideways to make way for her, and the woman didn't look at her, and walked straight away.

Seeing her walk away, Qiu Mo walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

There was a huge mirror hanging on the oncoming sink, and she looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes were slightly red, her brows were furrowed, and she really looked bitter and hateful.

She laughed self-deprecatingly, then put her hand under the faucet, and the sound of rushing water came from her, which temporarily disturbed her thoughts, and she felt the slightest coolness, and her heart slowly quieted down.

She admitted that she was jealous, and when she saw other women beside him, her heart was like knocking over a vinegar bottle, and it was sour everywhere, but wasn't this the result she wanted?

He was really dead, so he saw her, but he didn't say a word, and he didn't chase her, love is like a double-edged sword, hurting people and hurting at the same time.

Qiu Mo lowered her head, her eyes fluttering with the water in the pool, until there was a creak behind her, and before she could turn around, her body was hugged.

She panicked at first, then slowly calmed down.

Such a familiar breath, such a warm embrace, made her suddenly return to the rented cottage in a trance, after taking a bath, he always likes to suddenly hug her from behind, and then bite her ear and tease her: "The big bad wolf is going to eat the little white rabbit." ”

She would use the spoon to block it, and every time he threw it rudely onto the sofa in the living room.

Her drooping gaze was falling on the hand he was holding herself, his fingers were slender, his nails were round, the color was healthy, the emotional lines in his hands were clear and deep, and the fortune teller said that he was lucky and everything went well.

She wanted to cover the hands that had shielded her from the wind and rain.

He had saved her from danger countless times and had always been her patron saint.

He hugged her tightly, reluctant to let go for a moment, and he greedily put his head against her neck to absorb the cold fragrance that he had not seen for a long time.

He thought that he would turn around and be strangers to each other, but after he walked out, he found that no matter what she did, he couldn't resent her, let alone forget her, because in his heart, he had always believed that she loved herself as much as he loved her, and everything she did had a hard time and a reason, although he refused to say it, but he just didn't want to shake this idea.

"Leng Xiao, let go." Qiu Mo held back the throbbing feeling in her heart and said sharply.

"No, I'm not letting go." He said stubbornly, and the strength in his hand tightened a little.

She knows that she can't do anything with him, he is like a three-year-old child when he is stubborn, and he does what you don't let him do.

"Leng Xiao, we're over, don't you understand?" Her hand finally couldn't help but cover his, and made a gesture of wanting to take it away, but in fact she just wanted to touch it to prove that it was not an illusion.

"You haven't divorced me yet, and it's not over if you don't divorce." He actually knew in his heart that her fake death had legally announced the breakdown of their husband and wife relationship, and she was no longer his wife, but he just didn't want to admit it, he said she was his wife, and she was.

"Leng Xiao... Qiu Mo's hand was reluctantly taken away from his hand, and he felt the temperature disappear in his fingertips little by little.

"I know you have a hard time, Momo, I have always believed in you, I believe that you will not betray me, why do you refuse to speak out, to torture me like this, I hope we can be honest with each other and bear it together. Pain, I carry it with you, happy, I share it with you, people who really love each other, shouldn't this be the case? ”

He pressed against her jade neck, his rapid breath spraying on her snowy skin, and she could hear the sadness and helplessness in his tone.

He was willing to share the pain with himself, but he couldn't bear to see the cause he had worked so hard to build ruined, and he didn't want him to be threatened by Ye Scar again, walking on the tip of the knife all day long.

He may be in pain now, but time is the best medicine, and one day, he will forget about her and start a new life, which she thinks is the wisest choice than all the insecurities and torments in the future.

"Leng Xiao, how many times do you have to say it before you understand, I love Ye Zhen, I have loved it since I was a child, you are just a third party who stepped in later, I may have love for everything you do, but more to repay the favor, now that Ye Zhen is back, what else do you want?"

The words she said with her heart really had a fatal blow to him, and the hand that had been wrapped around his waist finally slowly loosened, his heartbeat left his body, and Qiu Mo felt that a heart was empty.

She turned to face him, then slowly pulled her collar open, revealing the circle of kiss marks on her neck, and said mockingly, "I'm already a leaf scar, so please don't dwell on it anymore." ”

The kiss marks had turned purple and faded, but they couldn't hide how intense they had been.

One by one, as if something sharp pierced his eyes, his head seemed to explode, and the image of them resisting death and obsession could not be suppressed.

He always thought that he had strong perseverance, but at this moment, he yelled at her almost like crazy: "Qiu Mo, do you need to be so cruel? ”

The previous wound had not healed, and it had been torn alive again, and you could see pink flesh and white bones, which was terrible.

She just looked at him, her face pretending to be calm, but her heart ached.

She saw the anger in his eyes spread like fire, he approached her, forced her close to the sink, her waist was pressed against the cold marble, his clenched fist suddenly swung towards her, a burst of fists flew, she closed her eyes reflexively, but heard the mirror behind her shatter into several pieces, one by one on the heart.

His hand was cut, and the bloody qi spread in the small space.

There was a knock on the door, and it was the women's restroom.

"Leng Xiao, your hand." His bleeding was hard to stop, and seeing that he was bleeding, she didn't want to hold his hand, but he waved it away vigorously and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry about it." ”

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End of update, good night!

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