Hearing his words, Mo Xiaobei kowtowed vigorously on the ground again, and said softly, "Xie Luxie." He stood up numbly, didn't look at Ye Muyang again, turned around and went out.

Looking at the constantly jumping numbers on the elevator, her heart was sour, it was so good, finally, she came to life.

But the tears seemed to open the floodgates, and flowed down uncontrollably. She whimpered softly, covered her lips with her hands, and almost died of crying. Another mouthful of fishy sweetness came up, and her heart was empty.

Looking at her resolute back, Ye Muyang kicked the vase beside him. The vase fell to the ground in response, making a mournful sound.

Mo Xiaobei, you don't have a heart! You didn't have that thing at all!

At this moment, Mo Xiaobei was walking down the street alone, his lower body hurt badly, his brain was also weak for a while, and his stomach was even more cramp-like pain, one after another. She bit her lower lip hard, her eyes began to darken, and her ears buzzed.

She even suspected that she would die here if she took one more step. Panting and leaning against the wall, she folded her legs and wrapped her hands around them, in a very low self-defense. Put your little head on your lap and blink your eyes slowly.

The calm eyes could no longer hide the heart-rending pain.

Fortunately, she brought the medicine, and she shook her hands to tear the bag, but she failed to succeed several times. As soon as the bitter black powder touched the tip of his tongue, a rusty smell began to spring up on his chest again.

Xiaola, sister maybe, can't hold on for long.

She craned her neck, looked at the stars in the sky, and slowly closed her eyes.

In a daze, the mobile phone in her pocket began to vibrate, and she felt weak and sweaty when she moved, so she finally pressed the answer button. After feeding, the other end asked with some panic: "Xiaobei, where are you?" ”

"Awake? Is the cold better? What about rice? Did you see the little note I left? She pinched her thigh hard and beat her spirit.

Jin Xinqian got up from the bed and habitually looked at the bedside table, and sure enough, there was a small note on it, and Mo Xiaobei Juanxiu's small characters on it said, "Wait a minute, remember to eat something, I've cooked it." Take care of your body! He held the little note to his chest, and he could even imagine what she would look like when she wrote it.

His eyebrows were curled and tender, his sleeves were pushed above his elbows, and his long black hair slanted down like a waterfall, and he pressed his chin against his pen, which was his favorite look.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't see Jin Xinqian speak, but I could only hear his meager breathing through the earpiece, rustling, like a huge veil, gently covering her face.

"Is it still there?" Kim Shin-kyun broke the peace.

"Hmm." The cold winter night was a little hurtful, so she could only curl up her body tighter to keep herself warm.

"Xiaobei, is it okay to come back? I can't live without you. I know about you and Ye Muyang, I know everything, it's my fault, it's my fault, it's my bad, don't you punish me like this, okay? I've had enough, if I continue like this, I'll go crazy Xiaobei. Isn't it good for us to start afresh when you come back? ”

Mo Xiaobei had already burst into tears. "My heart is so dirty, do you still want it?"

"I want, Xiaobei, Xiaobei."

Listening to his somewhat eager words, Mo Xiaobei pinched the phone. She didn't dare to listen to him anymore, she was afraid that she would not be able to control it, she was afraid that she would agree with a nod.

Mo Xiaobei, do you still love him?

Her eyes were blurred with tears, and she wiped them away with her hands, but what appeared in her mind was not Jin Xinqian's face, but Ye Muyang's face that she couldn't describe.

Angry, angry, pitying, distressed, sad, painful, and so hot eyes, like a fire, burning Mo Xiaobei's body.

Is it it that makes him sad? But Ye Muyang, do you know the Dao, it is impossible for us in this life. To you, I'm Cinderella in a gorgeous costume, but once I take off that beautiful dress, I'll be made into a prototype. Without that beautiful dress, the prince would not have noticed her, and never would have ......

A fairy tale can only be a fairy tale, and the reality is a fate that you can't escape even if you try your best.

Ye Muyang, I'm sorry......