His hand finally slowly pulled away from her ear, with a self-deprecating smile on his face.
He never believed it. He didn't believe that their love was just a fragment in the gap of time. It turned into air as soon as the sun shined. He tried desperately to make excuses for her, only asking her to have her own reasons, but she was so heartless in the end.
, the heart he held in his hands was violently slapped to the ground, smashing it into pieces.
He chuckled, feeling extremely sad and desperate.
The trees behind him dropped large maple leaves, which became his background as they flew all over the sky.
He finally raised his face and laughed, but the tears trickled down his cheeks, like a wounded beast crying alone in the darkness.
She had never seen him cry before. His tears were like countless knives. Every drop cut a hole in her heart. She clutched her chest tightly in pain and pressed the wound tightly.
live.
Her whole body was trembling, but she still had to tell herself that no matter how difficult it was, she must endure it and let him go. Only then would he get rid of her spell. She would live in Ye Hen's shadow her whole life.
Here, as long as he still exists, she has no right to give happiness and love to anyone.
It was she who harmed Lin Jinfeng, then Xiaotian, and finally Leng Xiao. I don’t know who will be next. It was she who was too greedy for this mortal world, so she brought indelible disaster to them.
She turned her head away, tears streaming down her cheeks. She bit her lip tightly to prevent herself from making a sound.
There were footsteps behind her, and she turned around blankly, seeing his thin figure disappearing from the end of the maple forest. Step by step, every step was filled with the sound of heartbreak, and every step stepped on their bloody bodies.
, crushed, leaving only boundless sadness.
She finally cried loudly, and the tears seemed to burst through the dam. The burrs on the rope dug sharply into the palm of her hand, and the pain in her chest became stronger and stronger.
She kept crying and crying until her tears seemed to be drying up, until her body no longer had any strength and she slid down from the swing feebly.
"Momo."
A pair of big hands quickly put her into his arms. Ye Hen had just come back. Hearing that the maid said she was walking here, he hurried over. Unexpectedly, he saw her fall off the swing as soon as he came.
She leaned in his arms, her eyes filled with nothingness, and her fingers were cold.
Her expression hurt him deeply. Ye Hen hugged her up and whispered: "You are tired, I will take you back to rest."
She remained silent, as if she didn't hear him, and let him carry her all the way to the bedroom.
He took off her sweater and covered her with a quilt.
Sitting next to her, he said: "I have to deal with some things recently, and I happen to have business here. Once these things are done, we will return to Iceland. Do you think this is good?"
Her eyes stared blankly at a certain point in the air, indifferently like a vegetative person without any thoughts.
He caressed her pale face, "I know you are unhappy. Look, your eyes are swollen. Have you cried?"
He stood up, twisted the hot towel, and then wiped away her tears little by little. While wiping, he said, "Have you taken the tonic today? Does the wound hurt?"
She was still silent.
It seemed that this indifferent attitude finally exceeded the limit of his tolerance. He suddenly threw the towel in his hand to the ground and said with a cold look: "Momo, don't think that I don't know that you met him in the backyard today."
He spoke so righteously that those who didn't know the truth thought that the husband had caught his wife having an affair with another man.
She laughed softly, and her smile was so cold that it made him shiver.
"Are you satisfied? Are you satisfied now?" Her voice had never been so sharp, even if she usually shouted at him.
He could tell how much hatred she carried with her to make her whole body tremble like this.
He suddenly leaned down and put his arms on the sides of her face. The anger in his eyes seemed to be dripping down, "Who says I am satisfied? As long as you still shed tears for him, as long as you still pretend to be him here, I will not be satisfied."
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His hand stopped on her chest, and his wolf-like eyes were locked on her body. Her slender waist was as soft as a willow branch, making her look as delicate and pitiful as a willow branch. Such a unique weak temperament just makes a man
Wanting to rush forward and ravage her fiercely, his eyes ignited with the flames of desire, and he kissed her lips hard while she struggled.
His kisses became more and more ferocious and unsatisfying. One hand reached into her pajamas and kneaded her most secret place.
"Let me go..." She struggled to get rid of his mouth and shouted in a hoarse voice.
Seeing the mist in her eyes, he became even more presumptuous and pulled down her pajamas all the way to her ankles. The sudden coolness in her lower body made Qiu Mo's brain confused. She pushed him like a wall.
The same strong chest shouted desperately: "Let me go, let me go..."
He had no intention of sparing her at all, and put his hand into the inner end of her underwear...
Qiu Mo looked at him with wide eyes and suddenly let out a sigh.
It turned out that during the struggle, the wound on her chest hit his shoulder, and she was so painful that tears flowed out. At first, they just rolled in the circles of her eyes, and finally she cried out.
She cried so much that his heart was in a state of confusion, and all the movements of his hands stopped. In the end, he only remembered to put Yaya into his arms, pull the quilt to cover her snow-white body.
She was still crying, but he was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling.
He just wanted to make her happy. He didn't know what to do. He thought that if he gave her what she wanted, she would be happy. But that's not the case. She hates him more and more now, even
It's because she hates him. The more he wants to get closer to her, the further away she hides from him. She is obviously right next to him, but it feels like the end of the world.
He turned sideways and held her in his arms, coaxing softly: "Momo, don't cry. It's my fault that I hurt you."
With his soft comfort, she finally fell asleep from exhaustion.
Ye Hen stared at the little face that was still moist in sleep, lowered his head and kissed her tears away.
He wanted to speed up the matter at hand and take her back to Iceland. He wanted her to stay with him wholeheartedly. That semi-enclosed island was the perfect place.
When Qiu Mo woke up, Ye Hen was no longer in the room.
She opened her red and swollen eyes and saw that the sun was already shining outside.
She suddenly remembered something, and then got up from the bed with difficulty. The maid waiting outside the door quickly said: "Miss, where are you going?"
She didn't speak, just ran forward, her long hair flying with the speed of running, softly cutting through the tranquility in the air.
She ran all the way to the swing yesterday, then knelt on the ground and rummaged for something among the fallen leaves.
"Miss, what are you looking for? Let me help you find it?"
"Flower, magnolia." She said anxiously.
The maid hurriedly knelt down and searched with her, turning over large pieces of fallen leaves. Just when she was about to be disappointed, the maid suddenly picked up a petal that had long since withered and yellowed in her hand and said, "Is this what the lady is looking for?"
Qiu Mo's eyes lit up and she hurriedly grabbed it, holding it in her hands like a treasure.
Her Mulan, so good, is still there.
"Miss, this flower is withered, why are you looking for it?" the maid asked curiously.
Qiu Mo smiled at her. She was about the same age as A Xiu, and she started working at a very young age.
"Falling red is not a heartless thing. It turns into spring mud to protect flowers. Withered flowers are also good things. Not only are they brilliant when they bloom, but they even want to send the last nutrients to the flower plants when they fall."
The maid seemed to understand what she meant and nodded.
After Qiu Mo returned to the house, she carefully made a specimen of the magnolia flower, and then embedded it in a book.
She held this booklet in a daze all morning until Ziyang came in to change her dressing.
"I haven't seen you reading lately, why are you interested again?" Ziyang asked curiously.
Qiu Mo closed the book in her hand, raised her head and smiled, "I just feel a little bored."
She cooperated and lay down on the bed, then untied the clothes on her chest. The bandage had been removed, and only gauze was attached to the wound, so only a little of her chest was exposed to change the dressing, which also avoided the embarrassment between the two of them.
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After changing the medicine, Zi Yang was packing his tools when Qiu Mo suddenly asked from behind him: "Are you really Habi's apprentice?"
"Is it necessary to lie about this?" Ziyang shrugged.
"Then do you know that Habi has a medicine called Huachan?"
Ziyang stiffened, turned around and looked at her with doubt in his eyes: "How do you know this medicine?"
Qiu Mo gave a faint bitter smile: "Your master injected it into me back then."
"He actually does such a thing? Do you have a grudge against him?"
Qiu Mo shook his head.
Habi injected her with two pieces of flower residue, so that she almost died, but she didn't blame him, she resented him, he was also a poor victim, not to mention he was already dead.
"Since he is your master, you should have this medicine, right?"
Ziyang lowered his head and said in a hushed voice, "He never taught me this..."
"Zi Yang, I know you have it." Qiu Mo said firmly.
He sighed and finally raised his face: "What do you want to do?"
"Give me an injection." There was a faint light in her pupils.
He was almost frightened, "If someone is hit by a broken flower, the person who has sex with him will die suddenly. Qiu Mo, are you crazy?"
"If you don't give it to me, I will really go crazy." She stretched out her slender hands to grab Ziyang's sleeves, and said in a sincere tone: "Ziyang, please, you are the only one who can help me now."
The expression on Ziyang's face changed. When he came back yesterday, he happened to hear the sound coming from Qiu Mo's room. He could tell that Ye Hen wanted to rape her. She screamed and struggled like a hammer and hit her like a hammer.
In his heart, he had the urge to break into the door, but the other party was Ye Hen, and he couldn't do anything even if he went in.
He was not a fool, he could see that Ye Hen had snatched Qiu Mo from Leng Xiao's hand forcefully. He didn't know what method he used, but Qiu Mo's eyes were swollen from crying today and her tough expression was all over the place.
It was like a sharp hand scratching his heart. He always wanted to help her, but he didn't expect to use this method of killing each other.