287 There Is a Kind of Love That Follows Life and Death
Mo Yan looked at Xia Qin's pretty face, as pale as snow, with a lazy and evil posture, but overflowing with a trace of uncontrollable sadness. The gleaming purple eyes flashed with the truth that only Xia Qin could understand, like purple gems.
Like the stars in the sky, like every sincerity he gave.
Xia Chen suddenly grabbed his arm, her jade-like eyes filled with indescribable sadness, "Mo Yan, what do you want?"
He smiled suddenly, still radiant, evil and charming, so beautiful that it caught people's attention. The evil breath on his lips was as light as dust and wind, but as heavy as Mount Tai, full of unspeakable affection.
, before meeting Xia Qi, he never knew that there was such a woman in the world, for whom he would give up everything, including his life.
He looked at her and uttered a brief sentence, "Wherever you are, I will be there."
"Mo Yan, you're crazy!" Xia Qi let him go and softly uttered five words. Then her eyes became so sore, as if they were exposed to smoke. She couldn't avoid the heat coming from her, and she raised her head slightly.
, Xia Qi wouldn't cry if she didn't let it slide down, and she couldn't even cry in front of this man. A touch of distressing paleness covered her cheeks again.
"Xia Chen, don't push me away."
His eyes were filled with madness and despair that he had never seen before. That was not what Mo Yan should look like, and that was not what he should do.
Before meeting Xia Qi, Mo Yan would not regard his life like this, nor would he care so little about responsibility, because the huge mafia needs his support. He is responsible and ambitious, walking on the edge of life and death, but he
He never thought that he was going to die. Even if he lived with blood dripping from the tip of a knife, he still would not have the thought of dying. But Mo Yan, who knew Xia Qi, said he would die so easily.
That kind of sad desolation made Xia Qi's heart throb.
"Mo Yan, even if I die and commit suicide, will you go too?"
"go!"
"I don't want you to follow me. Xia Qin has lived for more than 20 years, and you have only participated in it for one year. What qualifications do you have to say that you want to die?"
Xia Qi will not live for you Mo Yan in his whole life, and on the contrary, Mo Yan will not protect Xia Qi in his whole life, so Mo Yan, even if I go to hell, I don't need you."
"How can that be done? Without Xia Qi, Mo Yan is still Mo Yan. You don't need me, but I can't live without you!" Finally finding a way he could go on, Mo Yan became much calmer and no longer sad.
, without condolences, stretched out his hand to stroke her long hair and spoke softly.
When there is a man who can tell you so affectionately, I will be where you are. Without Xia Qi's Mo Yan, there will still be Mo Yan... And he is such a cold-blooded man. Hearing this.
She was really shocked.
Suddenly, Xia Chen stood up, and the Swiss Army Knife that he always kept in his hand touched the aorta of his neck. The speed was so fast that Mo Yan had no time to react. He saw that the sharp tip of the knife had already penetrated a little, and the charming red color followed the delicate
The neck is left, creating a strong contrast.
She looked at him with firm eyes, "Promise me to live, even if I lose Xia Qi, I will live."
Mo Yan's purple eyes were filled with pain, his chest heaved violently, his hands on the beach were clenched into fists, and his breathing became heavy, "Xia Qi, put the knife down."
He had seen with his own eyes how fast this woman's skills were. A sense of loss that was about to be lost made his heart twist tightly.
The pain spreads from the throbbing place in circles.
Xia Qi stared at her, with unprecedented firmness and resilience in her eyes, "Mo Yan, I want you to swear that even if I die, even if I don't survive tomorrow, you must live well for me, otherwise I will stab you immediately with a knife."
Enter the aorta." There was a weak smile on her face, and she still had that enchanting face.
But he was so stubborn that it caused him pain.
Mo Yan gritted his teeth, his face turned livid, and his wickedly beautiful purple eyes instantly became frantic, "Xia Qi, you are so selfish!" You didn't even give me the right to choose death.
"Mo Yan, swear```"
Mo Yan slowly shook his head, his eyes were red, his expression was desperate, his face was ashen, and he was as calm as a pool of stagnant water. His voice was trembling slightly, "Why are you so cruel to me? Why do you have to send me such a message?"
oath?!"
Xia Chen's heart hurt as someone cut it out with a knife.
His fingers moved slightly, and the sharp Swiss Army knife was inserted into his neck a little more, and bright red blood began to flow down.
"I don't want to do it! I don't want to do it!" He roared suddenly, heartbreakingly, with veins pulsing on his forehead, "I can do whatever I want. Why do you care about me? Since you don't want me, please stay away."
Leave. No one has the right to care about me. Whether I live or die is my business. What does it have to do with you?"
This was the first time Xia Qi saw Mo Yan who was so out of control and crazy. A layer of mist quickly formed around his eyes, and the mist covered him who was so crazy and out of control.
Suddenly, Xia Chen opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Because that arrogant man knelt straight in front of her. He lowered his purple eyes, covering up the sadness on his face, "Please, Xia Chen, please ```"
Xia Qin's internal organs began to hurt.
Covering her mouth, she didn't know how to react. There were only tears, like a flood that broke a dike. Every drop of words fell, threatening Mo Yan. She could feel uncomfortable and not cry, how heartbroken she was, or she could smile and pretend not to care.
She cared, but she couldn't see him kneeling in front of her because he loved her so much. He begged her not to force him.
"Xia Qi, please, don't abandon me. I have been abandoned for more than twenty years, so please, I can't live in a world without Xia Qi. I can't, don't want to, and don't dare. So, Xia Qi
Qin, please, don’t force me, please```”
Xia Chen brushed his hands and knelt down in front of Mo Yan, with tears streaming down his face and his voice choked with sobs. His voice sounded like he was screaming, with a scream that would destroy the world, "Mo Yan, please, don't force me."
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Mo Yan closed his eyes, and after a long moment, he nodded, "I swear, even if Xia Qi doesn't exist, I will live well!"
Finally, Xia Qi smiled.
Mo Yan snatched the Swiss Army Knife from Xia Qi's hand, pulled her into his arms, and held her tightly.
His slender fingers pressed against Xia Qi's still bleeding neck, and a trace of distress flashed through his eyes. This woman was his lifelong disaster.
Behind the wall of roses not far away, the Mo brothers and sisters had tears streaming down their faces. The corners of Fu Siyang's eyes were moist. Even if they weren't those two people, they could still feel the sadness that was about to pass away, the pain that was heart-breaking and bone-gnawing.
He felt the sadness of wanting to cry but not being able to.
SF eyes flashed.
He never knew that when two people love each other to the extreme, they would leave everything behind to persevere.
There is a kind of love that follows you through life and death.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I added a chapter yesterday, and all the updates are completed today. Today I have 10,000 words, I am hardworking