An Yang stared at his movements, and suddenly laughed, "Do you humans like to deceive yourself?"

Yan Mo's movements paused.

"I'm just a thing you can throw away at any time, don't you feel disgusted by acting like you now?"

"You're not," he half-knelt beside the bed, his lowered gaze covering all his emotions, "you've just woken up, so you're emotionally unstable." ”

"Heh," Anyang sneered, "yes, then why are you still giving my body medicine now?"

She raised her palm, her fingers bent hard, "I don't feel the strength." ”

Yan Mo didn't expect that she would find that her fingers were trembling more and more. He couldn't speak, he was afraid that she would run away, that she would leave his side.

He knew that it was selfish, and he knew that it was useless to say anything now

"Yan Mo, let me go"

The gentle words were like a put down dragon slaying knife, and he was sentenced to death.

"I'm dirty, and I don't want to be with you again."

"I don't care about this" finally touched the most panicked place in his heart, he stared at her face with red eyes, "I don't care, I just want you to stay, I'll take care of you Eos, I can change it if it's good to stay, I can change everything, I don't want you to go." ”

An Yang looked at him, and after a long time, her nose snorted with cold disdain, "Is it still useful, I forgot, I was originally an experimental subject." ”

Yan Mo closed his eyes in pain, and his heavy breathing made him almost faint in front of An Yang.

He heard his voice gradually regain its steady, "Yes, so you can't go." ”

Covering his ears and stealing the bell, he didn't look at Anyang's appearance at this moment, he deceived himself and thought that Anyang would really stay.

Anyang had no desire to speak anymore, she lay down quietly, her eyes closed and everything was locked in the dark.

Since that day, Anyang has never spoken again.

More often than not, she likes to sit silently, looking out the window with her eyes unwavering.

The withered world of winter consumed all her thoughts.

Yan Mo knew that she was protesting silently, but he couldn't let her go away from Anyang's silence, so he chose to acquiesce.

It's just that every time he sits next to her, he will talk about the past calmly. From his childhood memories to his growth all the way, he seems to tell Anyang everything that happened in his life.

He wants to leave Anyang's figure in every moment of his life.

But this little extravagant hope will pull him back to reality every night.

In his sleep, Anyang would cry unconsciously, making a palpitating cry for mercy.

He held the man tightly in his arms, tears flowing silently in the night.

"Brother, you can't put it off any longer."

Wei Shaoxuan didn't expect that in just a short period of time, Yan Mo would torture himself like this, and his thin body seemed to be unable to withstand any wind and rain.

His voice choked in his throat, he pursed his lips, and finally asked, "Brother, haven't you told her yet?"

Yan Mo's messy hair covered the pain in his eyes, "What's the use of saying it, she won't forgive me." ”

Just a few days ago, Wei Shaoxuan got the surveillance video of the warehouse that day. When he saw Anyang's crying and struggling, he completely understood that he had lost her forever.

Everything started because of him, and he was the culprit.