Falling out...

Mu Xicheng smiled, walked a few steps, took something within reach, and smashed it; walked a few steps, took something again, and smashed it!

Everything here was arranged by him personally for Chanel.

He bought everything here with all his heart... But as long as it had nothing to do with Su Shijie, she wouldn't take it seriously, would she?

What's the use of him being so nice to her?[

He gave her all the precious things in the world, but she thought they were rubbish.

Tired.

It turns out that love is so tiring.

I should have listened to Mu Lianli's words long ago and stayed a cold-blooded person in this life, loving no one, and there would be no pain.

Outside the window, the rain has been falling, the weather is cold, the branches have lost their leaves, and the bare trees divide the dark sky.

In that apartment, the sound of shattering continued.

When you are tired from falling, sit down and rest for a while, then continue to fall...

I want to smash everything, throw it away, and never see it again.

Until it gets dark.

The sound gradually stopped...

In the bathroom, ice-cold water kept flowing, a tank full of ice-cold water, and more water was still overflowing.

Beer bottles were lying on the floor, and a few were floating in the bathtub.

Mu Xicheng lay in the cold.

His face and lips were white from the cold, but the corners of his mouth were curled up mockingly, swallowing bite after bite of bitterness...

In my mind, like a slideshow, I remember many, many things.

Every scene he had with Chanel: first meeting, first confession, first holding hands, first kiss, first date...

"city."

A murmuring voice rang in his ears, and Mu Xicheng nodded slightly, as if he saw a woman.

The woman smiled at him, standing in the sunshine with flowers in full bloom, holding a violin in her hand.[

"What does the mayor want to do?"

"Musician." The little boy took her hand and raised his fair and delicate face.

"Okay, if the mayor becomes a musician, will he be the first to compose music for my mother?"

In the broken golden light, the woman's eyes were clear and beautiful, exuding a gentle and inviting temperament.

But then, the screen flickered.

Mu Xicheng saw a gushing blood red, like a coquettishly blooming rose flower.

When he was eight years old, he heard a violent quarrel as he passed the study door.
Chapter completed!