Sylvester was badly injured than Ange.

Ange leaned against the bedside table and sat on the ground again, forming a horn, the fire not yet reaching her.

Quan Mo stood outside, looking inside through the transparent glass, looking at Xi Wei in a coma, there was no trace of emotion on his handsome face......

"Quan Mo, mother loves you, I'm just your son, I don't love who you love."

"Quan Mo, everything we do is for you."

"Quan Mo, Nanxing is my nephew, and I am also very sad, but you go to confess your guilt and find out that your father planned all this, and our family will be ruined...... Your father is for you, who else can he be for? You're our only hope, you know? ”

"Okay, you go, and when you come back, you'll see your mother's body."

“……”

Memories come and go.

Like a movie that is projected too fast, scenes emerge in front of his eyes.

Fake.

It's all fake.

Quan Mo looked at the person on the hospital bed, a touch of despair flashed in his eyes, slowly closed his eyes, and said expressionlessly, "Send back to the United States and put Quan Yitian under house arrest." ”

"Yes." The bodyguard bowed his head, "I don't know how long the house arrest will last?" ”

How long is house arrest.

How long......

Quan Mofu slowly opened his eyes again, "Until they die." ”

He spoke indifferently, turned abruptly, and walked forward, the corridors of the hospital were long and empty, echoing with every step he took.

Every echo is full of unbearable heaviness.

From the time An Ge said goodbye to him at home, he was ...... and lost everything.

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The walls of the hospital were too white, shiny white.

It's been half a month, An Ge is more and more afraid of waking up, as soon as she wakes up, she can remember everything ten years ago, think of the death of her parents, and remember that she failed to let Xi Wei pay for her life......

On the contrary, Quan Mo is still meticulous and good to her, which actually tortures her.

She began to be reticent.

Quan Mo pushed open the door of the ward, and saw An Ge sitting on the bed in a white hospital gown, his hands clasping his knees together, his face pale, and a pair of eyes looking out in confusion......

The sunlight shone in and fell on her thin body, shining on her like a ghost.

His chest throbbed.

Hearing the sound, An Ge turned his head, only to see Quan Mo walking in from the door, his slender legs stepping forward, and two maids following behind him, holding a tray in their hands.

A variety of dishes are served on a tray.

She looked at the dishes without focus, Quan Mo walked to her bed and sat down, reached out and rubbed her hair dotingly, her voice was low and hoarse, "After lunch, we will be discharged and go home." ”

Discharge.

Go home.

Where is the home? Her home...... It's been burned by her.

"......" An Ge's eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, without a little wave.

She was touched by the power of ink, but there was no light in her eyes like before.

Quan Mo picked up a bowl of porridge from the maid's tray, scooped it with a spoon, and handed it to her closed lips, "Ange, eat." ”

An Ge looked at him blankly, not opening his mouth.

In fact, his appearance still inherited some of Xi Wei's, and some of them were similar.

Thinking of Xi Wei, an unbearable hatred swelled up in her heart...... An Ge grabbed the hospital gown on his chest violently, grabbed it tightly, and controlled his emotions.

He had cared for her for three years;

He once said that he would give her a lifetime of support;

He had begged her not to leave him;

He is Quan Mo, he is not Xi Wei, he is not Xi Wei...... Ange admonished himself desperately.