The bodyguard brought the rice porridge, and An Ge quietly accompanied Quan Mo to eat, his thin lips regained a little blood, and he no longer looked horribly pale.

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Twilight.

An Ge changed into a long black dress bought by the bodyguard and closed the zipper.

The dead are gone.

In her heart now, all grievances and hatreds have disappeared, and there is only Quan Mo.

An Ge sat on the sofa, stretched out his feet and prepared to put them into the high heels bought by the bodyguard, but before he stepped in, a large slender palm supported her feet.

Quan Mo leaned over and stood in front of her, looking at her with dark eyes, silently moving her feet, sat down on the sofa, rested her feet on his lap, unscrewed the burn ointment in his other hand, squeezed it out, rubbed it on her feet that had become red, and rubbed his fingertips lightly to wipe the ointment away......

"I'll do it myself."

An Ge stretched out his hand, and his hand was opened, so she had no choice but to do it, and watched him rub the medicine for her.

It seems that from the moment she saw him on this island, it was a foreshadowing of tragedy, he had been wearing a black shirt, and at this moment too, the color of the pitch black haze, like a cloudy day that would not be clear, made people feel depressed.

"Mr. Quan, Miss An, you can go."

The bodyguard pushed open the door and came in to announce, striding over with a shoebox in both hands.

"Got it."

Quan Mo replied lightly, reached out and took the shoebox, which was a pair of comfortable flat shoes.

Quan Mo threw the shoes in front of An Ge, An Ge stepped into them, not big or small, it was exactly his shoe size, she stood up and looked at Quan Mo, "Let's go." ”

Outside Fort Fidel, a row of cars is parked.

The rest of the bodyguards were all dressed in black suits and ties, and they were all solemn.

It was dusk, and the sunset was so deep that it stained the whole island with a layer of crimson.

The car stopped at the pier at the end of the woods, and the bodyguards moved boxes and boxes of suitcases down from the trunk, where there were quilts, clothes, cosmetics......

It was all used by Xi Wei and his wife when they were alive.

It was An Ge who watched Quan Mo tidy up with one hand, and watched his fingers tremble occasionally.

There would never be too much expression on Quan Mo's face, but because of this, An Ge couldn't guess how much was churning in his heart, it must be more than she imagined.

There was nothing else she could do but accompany him.

The suitcase was carried to the dock, and the chains and pillars on the railing were broken.

Quan Mo walked to the dock, stretched out his hand and pulled the suitcase through, and pushed it into the sea, the luggage was heavy, and slowly fell......

Box by box.

All the power and ink were pushed into the sea.

An Ge stood quietly aside, watching him push down the suitcases of luggage, it was impossible for Xi Wei and his wife to receive it, but Quan Mo was doing this paranoidly.

There are no funerals, only this memorial-like ceremony.

The sun shines brightly, falling on Quan Mo's body, and he is extremely thin.

The more his face was as usual, the more frightened she became.

She would rather he lean on her like a fragile child like he did in the bathroom and say, "Ange, I'm uncomfortable......

On this day, An Ge sat on the dock with Quan Mo until late.

The bodyguards stood behind them.

The night took over the glow and enveloped the island, and in the distance the sound of sacrificial cannons could be heard, as lively and joyful as the night before.

"Someone."

Kwon Mo spoke indifferently.

"Mr. Quan." A bodyguard forward.

"Stop all activity on the island."

"Yes, Mr. Quan." The bodyguard turned and left.

An Ge sat beside Quan Mo, quietly accompanied, there was no extra sound, the night wind hit, pouring into his neck and chilling.