Cold, so cold, biting cold. Even so, it was not worth one-ten-thousandth of the pain in her heart.

At night, the sea is terrifying, like the roar of a beast.

On deck, a delicate woman stood alone in the cold wind, letting the cold invade every pore of her body.

The raging waters kept coming up and lapping on the deck, over and over again, tirelessly.

The priceless evening dress on her body was already soaking wet and clinging to her body.

She was crying, crying heartbreakingly.

"What are you doing?" Mo Sihan walked towards her step by step with a straight face.

He was covered with a robe and only slippers on his feet. The delicate facial features are like ice sculptures, the bridge of the nose is straight, the thin lips are tightly pursed, and the whole body exudes an innate unique temperament.

He is the president of the Moshi Group, a household name in Jincheng, covering the sky with one hand and calling for wind and rain.

Zhu Wuwu yelled at him: "Don't come here!" Mo Sihan, if you take another step forward, I'll jump down! ”

The corners of Mo Sihan's lips twitched slightly, and he coldly spit out the words: "Childish!" You're still so naïve! ”

His eyes were full of mockery, as if even if she died, it had nothing to do with him.

The woman was sobbing, her shoulders twitching, like a spring flower beaten by the rain, weak and delicate, and extremely aggrieved. She looked at him like a wounded wolf, licking his wounds alone and howling in the night.

"Why?" She wept, bitter, desperate, and collapsed.

Mo Sihan's dark eyes sank suddenly, his thin lips pursed, and he didn't say a word.

Zhu Wuwu tears rained down: "Mo Sihan, in this world, you have to try everything that can make me miserable, am I so easy to bully?" ”

"Enough! Stop making trouble! Mo Sihan's eyes narrowed, and he suppressed his anger.

Zhu Wuwu's face was as white as paper, and he choked up: "Mo Sihan, in the final analysis, you are just taking revenge on me. ”

Mo Sihan glared at her fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "Are you finished?" ”

"Mo Sihan, why don't you just refuse to let me go?" Her cry was not loud, but it was penetrating.

An inexplicable irritability rose in Mo Sihan's heart, and this irritability appeared on his face undisguised.

Zhu Wuwu cried and asked him: "In your eyes, Su Lan's death was caused by me, right?" ”

A trace of hatred flashed across Mo Sihan's face, and he roared angrily, "Shut up! You are not allowed to mention Su Lan! ”

The name Su Lan is Mo Sihan's reverse scale, and he will be angry if he touches it. In normal times, Zhu Wuwu would never dare to talk to her in front of him, but by now, she has long been fearless.

"Su Lan, she died in an accident, why do you blame me?" I wish you no worries, grievances, and sadness.

Half a year ago, Mo Sihan's White Moonlight Su Lan died. At the moment when the two exchanged rings, Su Lan was in an unexpected car accident on the way to their wedding scene and unfortunately passed away.

This was obviously an accident, but when it came to Mo Sihan's mouth, Zhu Wuwu became the culprit, and the person he wanted to die was her, not Su Lan.

Mo Sihan's eyes were scarlet, and he clenched his teeth: "She's dead, are you satisfied now?" Good luck worry-free, you're just like your mother, you're a slut! ”

For his insults, I wish you no worries to get used to it. In his eyes, their mother and daughter are harmful spirits who have committed unpardonable sins, and they should be pointed at by thousands of people and scolded by thousands of people.

Zhu Wuwu laughed out loud: "Hahaha...... Hahaha......"

"What are you laughing at?" Mo Sihan's eyes were full of anger when he looked at her, as if he wanted to tear her apart and swallow her.

Zhu Wuwu raised his eyes and deliberately provoked him: "Isn't it okay to gloat?" Or is it her and not me that the one who died, and you're disappointed? ”

"Enough!"

Mo Sihan roared angrily and smashed his fist on the deck, drop by drop of bright red blood, like plum blossoms blooming in the snow, bewitching and dazzling, shocking.

Xu was frightened by this red, and Zhu Wuwu almost fell, half of his body collapsed on the railing.

Mo Sihan gritted his teeth and let out a deep groan: "Good luck worry-free, neither you nor I are qualified to be happy." ”

"You're right, I'm not qualified to be happy." Zhu Wuwu shouted uncontrollably: "My mother is dead, and our child is also dead." But...... Why do these retributions fall on my children? Why? ”

At the thought of the dead child, Zhu Wuwu's heart instantly cracked, as if it was pierced by thousands of steel needles.

Since the death of their child, her mind has become somewhat abnormal, and doctors say she suffers from severe depression.

"It's late, I'll talk about it tomorrow." Mo Sihan didn't want her to be stimulated, so he lowered his voice and calmed down.

Zhu Wuwu was crying, crying uncontrollably, as if he was going to shed all the tears of his life.

Mo Sihan tried his best to suppress the pain and persuaded softly: "I'll accompany you to the hospital when the ship docks." ”

"Mo Sihan, my mother is a sinner, and I am also a sinner, so you want me to die, right?" She asked him.

The cold wind ruffled her hair, the hem of her black dress swayed in the air, and her eyes were empty and desperate, like a crumbling tree on the edge of a cliff.

"You're sick, you should go to the hospital." Mo Sihan took a few steps forward, trying to drag her down the deck.

Zhu Wuwu threatened him loudly: "Don't come here!" Don't come here! ”

Her whole body leaned a little closer to the railing, and Mo Sihan suddenly froze in place, not daring to act rashly.

"Good luck worry, don't do stupid things! Come down! A hint of panic flashed in Mo Sihan's eyes.

The cold wind was terrible, like a roar, like a roar, like a curse. At this time, Zhu Wuwu was like a drowning doll, her lungs were filled with fluid, making her unable to breathe and unable to break free.

Two lines of tears slipped down her cheeks quietly, wishing a worry-free smile like a flower: "Mo Sihan, I will let you get your wish." ”

In the next moment, Zhu Wuwu invaded backwards, and the whole person fell rapidly like a kite with a broken string. Mo Sihan took three steps and two steps forward and pulled, and a figure flew out in front of him, his fingertips touched the corners of her cold clothes, and finally stopped in mid-air in nothingness.

"No ......" The man's beastly roar sounded, deafening and heartbreaking.

……

Sinking, sinking, sinking.

There were no extra words, and she didn't even want to look at him again.

In this life, she has been his wife and has also given birth to children for him, she has loved him with all her heart, and she has also been hurt by him. The past is like smoke, and love and hate seem to be just a momentary thing.

She could no longer feel the biting cold, the icy sea drowned her, she no longer struggled, no longer suffered, and gladly accepted death.

Before losing all consciousness, Zhu Wuwu made one last wish: Mo Sihan, I will never love you again.

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