Qianye Feng's face suddenly darkened when she saw Mo Xiaoran's appearance!
Before Li Tianjin could hold him back, he was already in front of Mo Xiaoran!
The fists also hit Mo Xiaoran's face like rain!
"Young Master, can you please wake up? Young Madam is dead. Even if she falls off this cliff, she will not die. She was poisoned by the Midnight Magic Orchid. Even if we find her, she will still be dead!!!"
He wanted Mo Xiaoran to face reality so cruelly!
He didn't want him to deceive himself and be decadent anymore!
"Why don't you think about why she fought against Emperor Soul even though she knew she couldn't defeat him? Why didn't she let you get close to her? Why did she jump off the cliff without hesitation even though she knew she would die if she jumped off the cliff?
She was still pregnant with your child, why did she do that, and why didn’t you think about it?”
The next punch landed on Mo Xiaoran's face again, but at this time, Mo Xiaoran had no intention of fighting back.
"She traded her life and that of her child for one of yours. Did she want to see you give up on yourself like you are now?"
He looked at Mo Xiaoran, his eyes were also red!
He knew that his cruel words would make Mo Xiaoran miserable, but he could only cheer him up in this way!
"Young Master, please wake up and don't make the young lady feel uneasy even when she leaves!"
He looked at him and saw that he was in heart-rending pain, with a solemn expression on his face.
Mo Xiaoran's body slumped to the ground, her hands tightly grasping the plant full of sharp thorns beside her!
My body was shaking violently because I was holding back the pain!
The painful look made both Qianye Feng and Qianye Feng unable to help but be moved!
"Young Master..."
"I'm afraid that she'll be scared alone. I'm afraid that she'll be lonely if she goes to hell alone. I'm afraid..."
Hot tears fell to the ground and were buried deeply in the soil!
Mo Xiaoran, hold me tight this time, don’t lose me again.
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Mo Xiaoran, I don’t need you to promise me a future, I just want the present.
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"Madam, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I still lost you this time..."