Probably he also realized that at that moment, he suddenly understood his heart-warming concerns, and he also vaguely felt that he could give up everything and even his life for her, but he had something heavier on his shoulders than his life.

"Young Master." Zhang Yue blurted out, he seemed to see something on Mo Qingcheng's body collapse in an instant, and then it was replaced by a faint silence.

Mo Qingcheng got up and slowly walked to the bedside, outside the big floor-to-ceiling window was the widest and most beautiful sea in the world, the sunset only left a trace of silhouette left on the sea, the sun retreated, the sea lost its most beautiful blue, lost its color, but was replaced by another thick and indescribable vastness.

When my heart warmed, I saw this scene, there was no light, only the gray sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window cast a layer of dark shadows on the whole room, his strong and tall body could still support the world, but it was a little deep because of the gray.

That's what she remembered about him, and since he became president, he would often stand by the window and stare out in silence.

Mo Qingcheng turned around and touched the eyes that were slightly pitying, and smiled at the worry that she was desperately withdrawing but still remaining.

He waved at her and pointed out the window.

Xinnuan is a person who has a lifetime of memory, although he doesn't know the details, but he knows the predicament he is facing now, knows his difficulty, and feels that he really shouldn't come here for this little thing of his own.

She quietly walked to his side, her eyes falling on the window, "I'm going back to school, I think you should go back too." ”

Inexplicable irritability struck, he skillfully took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and said lightly: "Stay here." ”

In the previous life, Xinwen didn't know when he started to learn to smoke, but now that he is so proficient, I think he should have been able to smoke a long time ago. But in the previous life, he claimed to love him very much and understood his self, but he didn't notice anything, only immersed in his own little love with him, and insecurely speculated about his weight in his heart with various words, completely ignoring the pressure he was under.

Only then did she realize that the ending was completely self-inflicted, but he deserved to die and affected the most innocent him.

"I'll go back," Xinnuan said, took the cigarette from his hand, skillfully put it to his mouth and took a puff, the familiar smell hit, she was inexplicably a little excited, but obviously, this body was unfamiliar.

"Ahem, ahem." She desperately covered her mouth, her body trembled uncontrollably, and the afterglow swept to the distressed but doting smile in the corner of Mo Qingcheng's eyes.

He took the cigarette from between her fingers, put it to his lips and inhaled, his other large hand covering the back of her head.

Before she could react, the smell of smoke drilled down her lips, his lips were a little cold, but very soft, the eyelashes of the two eyes interlaced at once, and only each other was left in each other's eyes, occupying all positions.

He paused and slowly let go of her, with the gentlest smile on the corner of his mouth, "Have a good night's rest." It's not you who should be anxious now, it's them. ”

Xinnuan naturally knew, and she gave him the friendliest smile she had ever given him, "I know. However, I want to deal with this matter as soon as possible and go back to the Imperial City. ”