"That's the only thing Father can do for you, and you know that the money you mailed to Enchanting isn't enough to keep Night's life alive......" Patting Rose on the shoulder, Momoru said softly.

"I don't appreciate it, you hurt the night. It was you who connived at Figo that made him unscrupulous...... "Tears obscured Rose's vision, blurring the figure of the night, but also washed away Rose's layers of disguise, and hatred and resentment were as clear as they were three years ago.

Twisted Rose's head, pressed her in front of his broad chest, stroked Rose's long hair with his hand, pursed his lips, and Mo Shou looked at the night in the glass pass and said: "You know that I actually want to kill him, so you will hate me for the rest of your life, but after a short pain, my Xiaowei can put aside the guilt of the night and be happy for ......." sighed: "Maybe this is the most correct choice for a father!" ”

Rose's shoulders trembled, and she subconsciously glanced at the night, but the night's broken heart was trembling, and Rose's heart settled. The head unconsciously leaned back to his stubborn chest, generous and warm, three years ago this was the place he was most attached to. The resentment has also faded, and the chest is still the same chest, but it is like a membrane.

"Do you know why I called you back? A month ago, the night's brain waves disappeared, and I thought I should notify you. Dad thinks you should make a choice......" After a moment of silence, Mo Shou gritted his teeth and said, "I will give you an explanation for that matter, but it will take a little time!" It is estimated that when the night is in the ground, Dad will let him close his eyes! But until then, you are not allowed to come nonsense. ”

Missing brain waves? Rose's head thuded, and the tears that gradually stopped came out of her eyes again, and she covered her head with her hands and sat on the ground with her buttocks, crying until her throat was hoarse and she couldn't cry soundly.

In the mournful cry of the rose, Mo Shou's distressed round eyes opened, a few tiny crow's feet cracked, and a series of blood beads splashed down little by little. The hand held the rose tighter, patted the back of the rose, was silent for a long time, and said in a hoarse voice: "Alas, cry, cry out and feel comfortable, when your mother died, I also cried silently, crying, tired and sleeping, my heart is comfortable!" ”

Maybe crying is really tired, Rose collapsed in Moshou's arms, only his shoulders shrugged and gasped, slightly raised his head, Rose looked at Momori without focus, helpless and hoarse asked, "Dad, what should I do?" I don't want to lose the night, really. It's been three years, Xiaowei really did everything she could, and she did her best to maintain the life of the night, not only guilty, but reluctant to ......"

With a long sigh of relief, Rose continued, "Even if there is only an empty shell left in the night, Rose wants to guard him, Dad, okay?" ”

Glancing at the night in the glass bucket, Momori roared angrily, the wound that had just stopped bleeding in the corner of his eye cracked open again, and he struck the hard ground with a backhand. A dragon-like aura burst out of his fist, and the ground cracked like spider silk.

The ground shattered, and the depression in Mo Shou's heart did not diminish in the slightest, and the roots of his hair stood up, and Mo Shou pointed to the night anger in the glass bucket and said, "Rose, open your eyes!" He is dead, he is alive, living like this, it may be a kind of torture for him, let him go, let yourself go! ”

The heart of the conformist is like a knife, his daughter is his heart, and it is also his own sin to find the source of this appearance. Rose is masochistically punishing herself, and isn't she silently accusing him of conformism? But sometimes it's really difficult to have both, Xiaowei is alive, the Mo family is his own heaven, and he has to think about hundreds of thousands of mouths that rely on him......

Rose's silence made Mo Shou's heart feel extremely depressed, she was his only bloodline, and the only bond left to him by the little demon he loved so much. He knew that he should make the night disappear silently into this galaxy, as if the world had evaporated, and he could do it, flawlessly. But he couldn't, his daughter knew by herself that she would resent him for the rest of her life, and she felt a little powerless when she thought of this conformism......

With a soft sigh of helplessness, Mo Shou took a deep breath and rolled a cigarette thicker than his thumb and stuffed it into his mouth. I continued to smoke one puff after another, until the cigarette rolled up in the gap between my fingers and burned out, and the scorching fire made my skin squeak, and the cigarette butt fell to the ground with a shake of my hand.

Raised his sleeves, wiped Rose's tear-stained face a few times, and said softly: "I know your heart knot, and I can also maintain the night life in this world, but do you think this look is fair to the night?" Those who are dead or alive cannot speak or move. Xiaowei, listen to your father and let it go! ”

"No, no one can touch him......" Rose nudged Momori away, spreading her arms to protect the glass bucket beside her.

"Well, I'll show you this ......" Momoru seemed to be ruthless, throwing a small chip to Rose, "This is a fragment of the night's thoughts that I spent a lot of money to have Academician Davis capture......" Momori explained.

"Thought fragments?" Rose babbled and reached for a chip the size of a third of a fingernail. Her hand trembled slightly, she hesitated for a long time, her pale lips had been bitten by her with a little blood, and after a long time, Rose tried to insert the chip into the brain on her wrist, and after a buzzing reading sound, the figure of the night appeared in the void.

"Sister......" Night Shadow's lips moved, and the voice unique to the boy who was hoarse like a "little duckling" sounded. The suspicion on Rose's face dissipated, and she was sure that it was the voice of the night. The name in private is known only to her and the night. She once forced him to call herself Xiaowei, but he stubbornly only called herself "sister" behind people and "master" in front of people.

"Sister, I know I'm dying, maybe it's today, maybe it's just a few minutes from now, and my thoughts will dissipate in this world. Night is very glad that she can meet her sister, and by her sister's side, Night spent the happiest time of her life. Night also knows that if Night leaves, my sister will be sad. I don't want to give up my sister at night, but I want my sister to be happy, like when I have a night by my side, okay? Promised the night, the night never begged my sister ......"

"The injury hurts, really, but the moment I lost consciousness, I didn't panic, but I was a little excited. Night is no longer the 'little fool' in my sister's mouth, and the night is useful...... I want to be liberated at night, and I want my sister to be liberated. The night will wait for my sister in another world.,Hehe、Of course, the night hope will never wait.。 ”

"The pendant on the chest of the night is the emblem of the night people, left for my sister as a souvenir, and with it, the night will always accompany my sister...... It's a relief to let go.、Really、I don't need my sister to feel guilty at night.,As long as my sister is happy! The image came to an abrupt end.