Since that day, Gu Mo has been sleeping in the guest room, and she has never come back to sleep, and she also wakes up every day, and her mental state is a mess. And after she just woke up and posted a Weibo to report her safety, there was no news of her in the outside world, Xia Nuan thought about what public opinion would say now, but she didn't have time to take care of it.

She was depressed.

His eyes couldn't help but turn red, and crystal tears slid down the corners of his eyes, smearing a water stain on the pillow. She took a deep breath, held back the sourness that followed, bit her lip and turned over, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Not long after, the door of the bedroom was opened, and a man's long figure slowly walked in, Gu Mo leaned over and kissed Xia Nuan's forehead, his black eyes looked at her increasingly thin cheeks with pain, and his fingers touched her face gently, but he felt a burst of wetness.

There was a throbbing pain in his heart, and Gu Mo stared at the sleeping face quietly in his sleep, his eyes were extremely gentle.

Warm...

If... If I let you go, will you be happy and stop crying?

Early the next morning, Xia Nuan went downstairs after washing, Gu Mo made breakfast, and after seeing her, he smiled faintly, and his tone was soft: "Nuan Nuan, come here." ”

She walked over and ate something quietly, and was about to read the script after drinking the milk, when she heard Gu Mo's voice sound, gentle as usual, but she obviously heard something strange.

"Nuan Nuan, I'll let you go."

Xia Nuan's eyes enlarged in an instant, and he asked in disbelief: "You want to let me go?" ”

Gu Mo walked to her side, his slender fingers touched her head, and his eyes lowered slightly to cover her reddened eyes.

"Let's go."

He said.

If you leave me, it is your wish.

Then I will fulfill you.

Even if I myself hurt with a thousand cuts.

But as long as you're happy, as long as you don't cry anymore.

That's it.

Xia Nuan turned around, glanced at the villa, and then snorted when she turned around to leave, tears instantly filled her eyes and slid down.

Gu Mo hid slightly sideways on the side of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching his little girl leave step by step, clenching her hand tightly, her wrists were bruised, and she burst into tears.

Let's go.

His little girl.

That night, Gu Mo announced his retirement from the entertainment industry.

Half a year later.

Sunny Trafalgar Square in London, the sky is blue and cloudless, flocks of pigeons are flying over the square, and many people are lying in the square looking for food, people sit leisurely in the square to chat and rest.

Xia Nuan comfortably closed her eyes slightly to enjoy the breath of the breeze, looked at the crowded square and the white pigeons, and bent her eyebrows happily.

Today, her psychiatrist said that she had completely recovered from her post-traumatic stress disorder and that she could finally return to China after more than half a year in a foreign country.

A white girl sat down next to Xia Nuan, looked at the blue diamond necklace around her neck and whispered in amazement, looked at her very surprised, and said in English: "Wow, your necklace is so beautiful." ”

Xia Nuan touched it, smiled and replied fluently in English: "Thank you." ”

"It must have been given by a boy, it seems that he loves you very much."

She laughs.

Xia Nuan was stunned, and said half-loudly: "He really loves me very much, and I love him too, but... We're not together. ”

"Ah," the girl shook her head regretfully, "that's a pity." ”