"Momo, why is that?" His voice was almost hysterical.
"Because I don't love you... I have always hated you. I hated you for treating me like that. You made me sad and I made you sad. We no longer owe each other anything."
My chest hurts, and even breathing hurts.
She wanted to end this conversation quickly, because she was afraid that she would fall down unable to hold on.
A pair of warm and strong hands stretched out from behind and pulled her into his arms. She lost her focus and could only lean on his arms.
And such an intimate gesture fell into Leng Xiao's eyes, like a thunder in the plains, and he felt that the sunny sky suddenly became hazy.
No, it's impossible, she must have her own reasons. If she accepted her apology in order to retaliate for the harm she had done to her, then how can she explain those tender and happy times.
Her understanding, consideration, tenderness, and love for herself, are they just pretending?
He said to himself in his heart, Leng Xiao, calm down, calm down, believe her.
"Momo, no matter what difficulties you have, I will bear them with you, so you don't have to be afraid. Tell me, what are your difficulties?" Leng Xiao looked at her with sincere and warm eyes, expecting her to tell her grievances.
Own.
Qiu Mo avoided his dark eyes, leaned her head on Ye Hen's arms, and said firmly: "No."
"No, you must have, Momo, tell me." He said loudly, already feeling a little frustrated.
Ye Hen, who had been silent all this time, suddenly handed the gun in his hand to Qiu Mo and said with a smile: "Momo, if you don't love him, then tell him with this."
Qiu Mo suddenly raised her head and saw the sparkle in his eyes and the cold smile at the corner of his mouth.
She reached out her hand almost tremblingly, and then took the gun in his hand.
This black pistol only weighs about one kilogram, but it weighs about a thousand kilograms in the hand.
She looked at the gun in her hand and understood what Ye Hen meant. If she wanted to really end things with him, she used this gun to shoot Leng Xiao.
How could she do it if she was asked to hurt him with her own hands?
The slender fingers tightly grasped the handle, and the cold metal texture was transmitted to all parts of the body through the palm of the hand. She was very familiar with this kind of thing. She had been involved in research since she was seven or eight years old. If we talk about Ye Hen and Leng Xiao
The speed of disassembling and reassembling guns is already very fast, so no one of them can break the record set by Qiu Mo, but she is naturally afraid of such things, and violence and blood are incompatible with her personality.
Qiu Mo felt that her palms were sticky with sweat, and she had to use two hands to hold the gun.
"Momo, tell him that you won't go with him, that you don't love him at all." Ye Hen held her hands and asked her to point the gun in her hand at Leng Xiao in front of her.
"Qiu Mo." Yantian Luohu, who had been standing behind Leng Xiao, suddenly rushed up: "Don't you know what Leng Xiao does to you?"
"Tian Luo." His words were interrupted by Leng Xiao, who stretched out his hand to block him.
Yan Tianluo stepped back angrily, while Leng Xiao looked straight at Qiu Mo, his face surprisingly calm.
When the matter reached this point, he also wanted to confirm whether Qiu Mo really had his own difficulties, or whether she had always liked Ye Hen from the beginning to the end. Even if he died at the point of her gun, he could still make a clear decision.
The ghost.
Qiu Mo's hand holding the gun dropped weakly, and her hand was almost retracted under her wide puff sleeves. It could be seen that she was also engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.
She knew that with one shot, she and Leng Xiao would really be finished.
I don't know how long it took for her hand, which had been hidden under her sleeve, to tremble again, and then she pointed the black gun at Leng Xiao. Her eyes were filled with mist, which almost blocked her sight, and she felt a huge pain in her heart.
Filled with pain, if her dress hadn't been so wide, you could have seen her trembling body.
Leng Xiao's shadow gradually blurred in her sight. She blinked her eyes and tried her best to see his appearance clearly.
Memorize his features over and over again, and recite his name silently over and over again.
And Leng Xiao's eyes were as dark as the sea at night, and the boundless tide brought bottomless despair.
Since just now, he has not moved. He stands here with this body, waiting for her final decision.
The surroundings were so quiet that you could hear the sound of someone swallowing saliva.
This is a war about heroes and beauties, it is a bond between love and non-love.
I'm afraid no one can understand the mood of the three people present, and naturally they can't feel the heart-breaking pain.
Qiu Mo endured the knife wound on her chest and straightened her arms. Her eyes fell into Leng Xiao's eyes. The two of them were like two ropes entangled in the dark, getting tighter and tighter until they couldn't breathe.
"Momo, shoot." Ye Hen ordered in a deep voice when he saw the two people's expressions of reluctance and dependence.
Qiu Mo closed her eyes and gritted her teeth.
"Bang."
The huge recoil directly knocked her to the ground, the tiger's mouth for holding the gun was cracked, and the wound on her chest also split open due to the violent impulse, and blood immediately seeped out from inside, staining her snow-white skirt red.
"Momo." Ye Hen leaned down nervously and hugged her into his arms.
Why the recoil of this gun is so strong is completely unreasonable.
"Handkerchief." Qiu Mo pointed to a handkerchief wrapped around her wrist.
Ye Hen hurriedly took it off and then covered her wound.
A lot of blood oozed from the cracked knife wound, instantly turning the handkerchief red.
And Qiu Mo leaned weakly in his arms, looking at Leng Xiao across from her through the gap in her hair. She was shot in the chest, but she didn't let the man fall. He just covered the wound with his hand.
, a pair of black and clear eyes, like a lake filled with ink, gradually turned dark.
Blood flowed out from between the seams of his hands, which looked particularly scarlet and dazzling in the sunlight. His eyes changed from the initial expectation to the current despair, which was bone-chilling and heart-breaking.
"Leng Xiao." Yan Tianluo looked at him heartbrokenly and wanted to come over to help him, but he sternly said: "Don't come over."
After saying that, he looked at Qiu Mo.
She was still so beautiful, but this beauty no longer belonged to him. She made a choice with this shot, and she finally chose to stay with Ye Hen.
Very good, this is very good, and it makes him even more heartbroken.
He slowly backed away, obviously almost unsteady on his feet, but still stubbornly walked towards his car step by step.
Viewed from here, his back looks somewhat staggering and desolate.
Qiu Mo closed her eyes in pain. Just when he turned around, there was a warm smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, just like his smile in the nightmare that night, which deeply hurt her eyes.