Mo Yan staggered back to the villa, locked himself in the house and cried in pain, heart-rending sounds, Nuo and Nan Xue could only be silently at the door, not daring to go in.

The sweethearts are all accompanied by Mo Di.

In this way, Mo Yan locked himself in the house for three days, and the oil and salt did not enter.

"Sister, you said that the second sister will be fine."

Tear listened worriedly to the movement in the room, "It's all silent." ”

Nanxue shook her head helplessly, unable to do anything, "Let's go in and have a look." ”

Worried that Mo Yan was hungry, Nuo kicked the door open.

There was no life in the golden room, there was a beautiful Mo Yan lying on the big bed, the difference was that her face was more weak and pale, Nuo stepped forward to wake her up, Mo Yan's eyes were looking for something blankly, "What about Yu?" Feather..."

Mo Yan woke up from a short sleep, and couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality for a while... Suddenly, Mo Yan's voice weakened.

Noh touched her head distressedly and fed her porridge.

Nan Xue and Tear Yi kept comforting Mo Yan, but Mo Yan didn't improve at all.

Nuo finally couldn't stand Mo Yan's decadent appearance, grabbed Mo Yan's collar, and threw her into the bathroom.

Nan Xue and Tear hurriedly followed.

Nono pushed Mo Yan into the tub and turned on the faucet, letting the water splash freely.

"Look at what you look like! Isn't it just a man's death! What's the big deal! ”

Nuo poured water on Mo Yan's head to make her sober and sober.

Mo Yan was flustered for a moment, and the six gods had no master, "What do you know!" ”

Mo Yan's tears burst out again, and he screamed hoarsely with all his might, "We obviously love each other so much, obviously I smelled his unique mint body fragrance a few days ago, and obviously he swore to me a few days ago!" He kissed me gently on the forehead a few days ago! But now! Now he's just a cold black and white photo! He's dead! He's dead! ”

Mo Yan looked like he was about to die, Nuo took off his soaked coat expressionlessly, threw it into the corner, and walked out with a dry towel.

Nan Xue couldn't cry silently, threw herself into Mo Yan's arms, cried together, and crusaded against this injustice of God together.

The trouble is over, the crying is over, and the sadness is basically vented, but Mo Yan has a cold.

Mo Yan was lying on the soft bed, but he didn't feel any warmth, Mo Yan had a dream.

She dreamed that Yu sat at the head of the bed and took care of her carefully, and then gently kissed her forehead.

Mo Yan opened his eyes violently, but there was only an empty room in his field of vision... The only thing she could feel was the wet towel on her head, the beating heart, and the weak pain all over her body.

She thought of Yu again.

But now he is just a black and white photo.

In all the years to come, there will only be such a picture left in this world.

He couldn't make a sound anymore.

He could only use this slightly sad and bitter smile, like a person who had finally finished telling the story, looking lonely and tired at this world where he had stayed for a short time.

Mo Yan's eyes quickly became bloodshot, red and swollen.

Nuo walked in, didn't say anything, looked at Mo Yan with pity, and helped her up.

Mo Yan didn't know why she felt that there was a trace of indifference and coldness in her deep beautiful eyes.

Thinking about what she had just done, Mo Yan even really felt that she had been a cold-blooded monster with no human touch from beginning to end.

It's too impractical, though.

How could it be.

The weather outside is in the same mood as the people.

Countless heavy gray clouds were swept by the wind, speeding over the dreary sky.

Time, life, love and hate, sadness, grievances... It's all intertwined in such weather and mood.

End of chapter.