Mo Zixuan roared again: "What do you want to say to hurt me?"

I tell you, I just believe in you too much, from the first time I came to you, you obviously knew it was me, that day, I also mentioned, I was looking for you, what about you?

Standing in front of me and deceiving me, have you ever considered my feelings? I didn't give up even when I was abroad, and I dreamed of finding you.

Every time I go back to Yancheng, I am pulling the grass on your mother's grave, and I beg her to let me find you, I actually just want to know, how are you doing?

If there is already a person around you who can give you happiness, I will never bother, I ask myself that I have done it, do you say that you are happy now?

Isn't it as difficult as it was when I was a child? No, you're still the same, or even more miserable, why do you have to make yourself what you are today?

If I had known, you would have become like this, back then, I would never have left Yancheng even if I died, even if I died, I would have stayed by your side, don't ......"

At the end, he took her in his arms and choked up and sobbed.

Jian Junxi froze, and his whole body was like a beautiful sculpture, standing in place for him to hold.

The air of sadness quickly gathered......

Mo Zixuan was angry, angry at her kindness, he hated, hated his own incompetence, he hurt, hurt that she was someone else's person, he mourned, mourned that they would never return to their childhood.

Listening to his heart-rending cry, Yang Hui and Lin Yiyi couldn't help but burst into tears.

Abu's eyes were red, and the bitterness in Jian Junxi's heart, they all saw it in their eyes.

If time could be turned back, how good it would be, even if you go back to before you didn't fall in love with Nangong Jing, even if you are cold-blooded and ruthless, you have never had such a painful look.

Yang waved Lin Yiyi and said in a low voice at Abu: "Let the subordinates not come here for the time being!" ”

"Okay!" Abu nodded tearfully, and several people left one after another.

Mo Zixuan's tears were like a clear spring, holding her tightly and refusing to let go, stubborn as a stubborn child, whimpering like the autumn wind, swaying like an old tree.

After being ruthless, Jian Junxi finally turned red, frustrated, helpless, ashamed, and all kinds of emotions turned over in his heart.

There was only infinite sadness left at the bottom of the tearful eyes, and the clenched fists trembled slightly, like hatred, resentment, and anger......

What made her most painful was that at this moment, she didn't think about anything else, she just missed Nangong Jing very much.

The ashes buried in the depths of her memory burned again, and the more she thought about him, the more her heart hurt, and she raised her lips and pulled out a touch of mockery, laughing at herself, sad and ridiculous.

The purgatory on earth, the broken years, love and pain are all burdens.

But no matter how painful and desperate she is, she can't abandon it, and all this is her own choice, and she is not even qualified to cry, how can she describe the pain of the abyss in her heart.

"Xue'er, if you don't have him in the future, let me accompany you!" Mo Zixuan let go of her abruptly, his black and white eyes implied expectation, and the appearance of swallowing tears made people unbearable to refuse.

Jian Junxi stretched out his hand to push him away, his heart was numb in pain, and he said hoarsely: "My way, I go by myself, I don't need it, and I don't want anyone to accompany me!" ”

"My love for you will not be less than Nangong Jing's, don't let me see you in such pain, okay? Children need a father too, don't they?

I am willing to be his father, and promise to treat him like my own child, please, give me a chance, okay? ”

Mo Zixuan prayed in pain, his whole heart seemed to have thorns constantly stabbing at him, and the piercing pain in his heart made him feel that it was difficult to breathe.

(End of chapter)