Mo Li walked in, closed the door with his backhand, and walked towards the woman beside the windowsill.

Squat in front of the woman, stretch out her hand, and gently pull the woman's chaotic show behind her ears.

"Shaohan doesn't want me anymore..." The woman blinked her eyelashes and looked out the window with a dull look, her simple face was full of confusion and fear.

"Shaohan doesn't want you!" Mo Li picked up the porcelain spoon and gently stirred the soup in the bowl.

"Shaohan doesn't want me anymore..." The woman continued to repeat this sentence, her voice choked, and her originally dull eyes gradually filled with tears.

"..." Mo Li sighed slightly and sent the porcelain spoon containing the soup to the woman's lips.

The woman was still looking out the window, but when the porcelain spoon touched her lips, she subconsciously opened her mouth and drank all the medicine in the spoon.

This subconscious habit movement seems to have been for many years.

"Mother, Li'er met that special girl again today!"

Mo Li said this, his handsome face was filled with a smile, and he stretched out his hand and wiped away the medicine from the corner of the woman's lips.

"Shaohan doesn't want me anymore..." This is still the sentence that responded to him.

"That girl is very beautiful, just as beautiful as your mother, but she is very lively..."

Mo Li's hand holding the porcelain spoon paused slightly, and looked down at the brown and red soup in the bowl.

His appearance was reflected in the bowl, and his amber-like eyes were reflected in the brown-red soup, as deep as an ancient well.

The porcelain spoon moved slightly, and the medicine was shrunk, and his appearance gradually blurred.

The porcelain spoon was sent to the woman's lips again, and the woman opened her lips and made a great deal of fit.

Looking at the woman's simple and haggard face, there was a burst of bitterness in Moli's heart:

"Mother, I want to hear you call me Li'er again..."

"Shaohan doesn't want me anymore..."

"He didn't want you, he was there, we were there..."

Mo Li took a deep breath, shook his bad emotions, and carefully fed the soup.

The night is getting deeper.

Mo Li stood beside the bed, looking at the woman who had finally fallen asleep on the bed, her eyes were dull.

When can you remember me again and call me Li'er...

When can you fall asleep without eating...

Turning his head and looking at the candlestick on the windowsill, Moli turned around and left the room.

On the quiet corridor, a handsome middle-aged man stood.

The man leaned against the wall behind him, smoking a muffled cigarette, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Mo Li come out of the room, he quickly snatched the cigarette butts, stood up straight, and smiled lovingly at Mo Li.

"Father!" Mo Li gently brought the door to the room.

"Your mother, are you asleep?" Mo Shaohan asked softly.

"Yeah!" Mo Li responded.

"Child, thank you for your hard work over the years, cough cough..."

Mo Shaohan made a fist with one hand, put it on his lips and kept coughing, but tried his best to restrain himself, as if he was afraid of waking up his wife in the room.

"Father, mother doesn't like the smell of tobacco!" Mo Li spoke lightly, but there was worry in her eyes.

"Okay, I won't smoke next time!"

"Let's rest early!" Mo Li nodded and walked around Mo Shaohan toward him.

"Child, I'm sorry for you and your mother!" Mo Shaohan's guilty voice rang from behind.

Mo Li stopped, turned around, looked at the father with white temples, and smiled, but there was an unhidden bitterness in his smile:

"……It doesn't matter!"

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, Mo Li hesitated slightly, but asked:

"If there is a chance to make a new choice, will you still betray your mother and me like you did back then?"
Chapter completed!