After eating, He Xiyan talked with Yuanyuan for a while, and picked up her mobile phone to take several photos, and it wasn't until about nine o'clock in the evening that she got up and prepared to leave.

And when she first reached the door, she was surrounded by a pair of hands.

Then a warm breath hit her ears, with a faint smell of tobacco.

He Xiyan was stunned for a moment, and frowned involuntarily.

"Mo ......" She was about to say something, but she heard the man's hoarse voice as if he was getting old.

"Yan Yan, stay......" Mo Yixuan pursed his bloodless lips, and in the blink of an eye, another tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

And this tear fell directly on He Xiyan's neck.

He Xiyan felt the warm touch on her neck, she trembled her shoulders, and only felt a faint pain in her heart.

She tugged hard at the hand around her waist, but it held her so tightly that she couldn't even move.

Then she heard his voice even hoarse.

"Please, don't leave me, don't leave me alone to face the long and boundless years ahead."

Mo Yixuan used a word. Now, he no longer has the previous indifference and pride in front of her, he can give everything, the money can be given to her, the property can be given to her, he can give her what he has, as long as she stays by his side, as long as their family can be together forever.

Over the years, without her by his side, he has not had a day of peace of mind, and he has not been truly happy for a day. He loved her and really loved her. It's just that he is too stupid, he understands this relationship too late, and he doesn't know how to cherish it, he has been squandering her love for him, and it was not until he squandered this love that he understood how selfish and indifferent he was in his relationship.

He Xiyan bit her thin lip, she frowned, and her eyes kept blinking to show that she still had complex emotions in her heart at the moment.

She looked down at the hand around her waist, and a tear fell on her hand.

These hands led her through four years of youth, but they couldn't lead her through her life.

"Mo Yixuan!" He Xiyan let out a long breath and turned her head, she met his dark jade eyes.

His eyes were filled with tears, and so was hers.

It's just that his eyes are full of apologies, requests, and longing. But what she saw in her eyes was apology, helplessness, and sadness.

When she loves him, she really loves him, but when she doesn't, she really doesn't love him.

Mo Yixuan's heart trembled, and he reached out and grabbed He Xiyan's shoulder, as if he was grasping a life-saving straw that could save him.

"Yan Yan, is it okay?" Mo Yixuan asked nervously, she didn't reply to him, but she cried, she actually cried.

He has been ignoring her in the years they have been together, and until now, he still doesn't understand her, because he can't understand her eyes at the moment, let alone why she cries.

He Xiyan curled the corners of her mouth slightly, and the smile hooked up was with a hint of bitterness, she looked at Mo Yixuan, and her voice was also hoarse:

"I'm sorry."

She whispered, closing her eyes tightly.

The love and companionship he wants are all things she can't afford and can't give.

Mo Yixuan's heart was whipped as if it had been whipped, and the pain was so painful that he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He gripped her shoulder harder, for fear that if he let go, she would be gone.

"Yan Yan, don't say you're sorry!"