Separated by several layers of barriers, she secretly looked at him from behind the railing. Even though he was so close, it felt so far away. He still stood out from the crowd, with a majestic grace, as if he was a arrogant goshawk, blocking the large rays of light in front of him.
, Deep and wild, the brilliance is compelling.
But at this moment, his sudden loss of consciousness fell into Qiu Mo's eyes, which made her heart twitch tightly. She covered her chest, fearing that her heart would jump out, and the green in front of her eyes gradually faded.
She covered her face with water mist, wiped her eyes, and walked quickly to the bathroom.
There were still people coming and going around her. If someone saw her like this, they would definitely become suspicious.
A coquettishly dressed woman just walked out of the bathroom. Qiu Mo quickly stepped aside to make way for her. The woman walked away without even looking at her.
After watching her walk away, Qiu Mo walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
There was a huge mirror hanging on the sink in front of her. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes were reddish, her brows were furrowed, and she really looked like she was bitter and resentful.
She laughed to herself, then put her hand under the faucet. The sound of rushing water temporarily disrupted her thoughts. She felt the slightest chill and her heart slowly calmed down.
She admitted that she was jealous. When she saw other women around him, her heart felt like a jealous bottle had been knocked over, and everything was sour. But wasn't this the result she wanted?
He was really heartbroken, so even though he saw her, he didn't say a word or pursue her. Love is like a double-edged sword, it hurts others as well as yourself.
Qiu Mo lowered her head, her eyes following the water in the pool, until there was a creaking sound from behind, and before she could turn around, someone hugged her body.
She panicked at first, then slowly calmed down.
Such a familiar breath and such a warm embrace made her suddenly return to the rented cabin in a trance. After taking a bath, he always liked to hug her suddenly from behind, then bite her ear and tease her: "
The big bad wolf is going to eat the little white rabbit."
She would use a spoon to block him, causing him to throw the spoon onto the sofa in the living room extremely rudely every time.
Her drooping gaze fell on his hand holding her. His fingers were long and slender, his nails were round and healthy in color. The emotional lines in his hand were clear and long. The fortune teller said that he would have good luck and success.
She wanted to cover the hands that had protected her from wind and rain.
He has saved her from danger countless times and has always been her patron saint.
He hugged her tightly, not wanting to let go for a moment. He greedily put his head on her neck to inhale the long-lost cold fragrance.
He thought he would turn around heartlessly and become strangers to each other, but after walking out, he found that no matter what she did, he could not resent her, let alone forget her, because in his heart, he had always believed that she was like
He loves her as much as he loves himself. Everything she does has her own reasons and difficulties. Although he refuses to say it, he just doesn't want to shake this idea.
"Leng Xiao, let go." Qiu Mo suppressed the throbbing feeling in her heart and said sharply.
"No, I won't let go." He said stubbornly, tightening his grip on his hand.
She knew she couldn't go against him. When he was stubborn, he was like a three-year-old child. He would do whatever you didn't let him do.
"Leng Xiao, we are over, do you understand?" She finally couldn't help but put her hand on his, making a gesture of wanting to take it away. In fact, she just wanted to touch it to prove all this.
It's not an illusion.
"You haven't divorced me yet. It's not over until we get divorced." He actually knew in his heart that her fake death had legally declared the break of their relationship as husband and wife. She was no longer his wife, but he just didn't want to.
Be willing to admit that he said she was his wife, and she is.
"Leng Xiao..." Qiu Mo reluctantly took her hand away from his, feeling the warmth disappearing from her fingertips little by little.
"I know you have your own reasons, Momo. I have always believed in you and believed you would not betray me. Why don't you tell me and torture me like this? I hope we can be honest with each other and bear the pain together. I will accompany you."
You carry happiness, and I share it with you. Isn't that what people who truly love each other should be like?"
He pressed against her jade neck, his rapid breathing blowing against her snow-like skin. She could hear the sadness and helplessness in his voice.
He was willing to share the pain with him, but he couldn't bear to see the career he had worked so hard to build ruined, and he didn't want him to be threatened by Ye Hen again and walk on the edge of a knife all day long.
He may be in pain now, but time is the best medicine for healing. One day, he will forget her and start a new life. Compared with all the uneasiness and torture in the future, she thinks this is the wisest choice.
"Leng Xiao, how many times do you have to ask me to tell you before you understand that I love Ye Hen since I was a child? You are just the third party who stepped in later. I may have love for everything I do to you, but more
It's to repay the favor, now that Ye Hen is back, what else do you expect?"
The words she said with determination had a fatal blow to him. The hand that had been around his waist finally slowly let go. His heartbeat left his body. Qiu Mo felt that his heart was empty.
.
She turned around to face him, then slowly opened her collar, revealing the circles of eye-catching kisses on her neck, and said mockingly: "I am already Ye Hen's, so please don't
No more entanglement.”
Although those kiss marks have turned purple and lighter, they can't hide how intense they once were.
One by one, it was as if something sharp had pierced his eyes, and his head seemed to have exploded. The image of them fighting each other to the death emerged uncontrollably.
He always thought he had strong perseverance, but at this moment, he almost shouted at her like crazy: "Qiu Mo, do you need to be so cruel?"
The previous wound had not yet healed, and was torn apart again. You could see pink flesh and white bones, which was too horrible to look at.
She just looked at him, her face pretending to be calm, but her heart was filled with pain.
She saw the anger in his eyes spreading like fire. He approached her and pressed her against the sink. Her waist was pressed against the cold marble. His clenched fist suddenly swung at her.
The boxer was flying, and she closed her eyes as a reflex, but she heard the mirror behind her shatter into several pieces, and each piece was torn into her heart.
His hand was cut, and the bloody smell spread in the small space.
There was a knock on the door. This was the women's room.
"Leng Xiao, your hand." His bleeding couldn't stop. Seeing that he was bleeding, she wanted to hold his hand without thinking, but he waved it away with force and said in a deep voice: "You don't have to worry about it."