The night erased the last rays of the sun, and the night slowly fell like a velvet curtain after a sad stage play.

The room was pitch black, Mo Han pushed the door and walked in, there was a white hanging bottle on the bed, the potion in it fell drop by drop, down the infusion tube, but the needle fell to the ground, Leng Yan stood in front of the window in white casual clothes, holding a lit cigarette in his hand, and the smoke was wafting.

Mo Han walked over and frowned, "Why are you smoking again?" ”

"Mo Han, do you think I'm really wrong? In the beginning, it was wrong. He bowed his head slightly, the shadow of the sea obscuring his indistinct expression.

Mo Han paused and pursed the corners of his lips, "Young Master, what did I say two years ago?" If you let her go at that time, why would you use Uncle Jiang's mouth to trick her back? ”

It was surprisingly cold and quiet, as if she was narrating someone else's affairs, "When I first heard Uncle Jiang say that she really ran back, and when I heard the gunshot, the first thing she called when she entered the door was my brother, do you know how happy I was at that time?" When I went to the funeral home, when I heard that my father had killed her father, do you know how I felt at that moment? Originally, I thought that her mother killed her father, and I killed her mother, and we just didn't owe each other, but suddenly, it turned out that I still owed her. Therefore, I chose to never see her again, so that even if she knew what she wanted to do in the future, I would not feel heartbroken. But when I returned home, I watched her shiver in the rain, and when I heard her ask if I would ignore her again, how could you ask me to be ruthless.

At the end of the day, I owe her more and more, I owe her dreams, I owe her left hand. When I heard the maid say that she had committed suicide, and when the plane returned, my whole mind was full of fear. Once again, I made up my mind to send her away, but when I heard the news that she had actually escaped, I couldn't let her go. But, because of this, I owe her again, losing me and her... The first child. Speaking of this, the cold voice was hoarse, and he took a puff of cigarette before continuing, "I know that Yun Ruoxi has a problem, and I know that Yun Ruoxi is from the Bai family. But in order to keep the Bai family from doubting, I still took her to the house, but because of this, she knew about Xingchen. She's my only weakness, so every time you go out to find her, if she's really being held hostage, I'll have to let you kill her. In this way, I can be ruthless to take revenge, I can accept her death, but I can't accept her being hurt by others. Mo Han, in the end, I was still wrong. ”

Mo Han's heart trembled a little, his eyes were faintly sour, and he put the things in his hand into his pocket.

"You go out, I want to be quiet."

Listening to the cold words, Mo Han's black eyes sank, and he looked at the cigarette in his hand that was about to burn out, "Don't smoke too much, Dr. Mei said that you had better quit smoking." After saying that, Mo Han turned around and walked out towards the door of the room, and gently closed the door.

Leng Yan looked at the cool moonlight outside the window, took out his mobile phone, and the photo on the mobile phone was a photo of Xia Xingchen at the age of 16. Her short black hair is fluffy and fluffy, and her lips are smiling like flowers. His hand touched the screen of his phone, typed a few words, then quietly looked at the photo, took another puff of his cigarette, and said in a hoarse voice, "I really want to know how I can quit you." ”

The moonlight hanging from the black canopy glowed coldly, and I wonder if the lonely figure was talking about people or smoke?