"Su Mo, how could you let me die? But it doesn't matter. As you wish, I am dead. Are you satisfied... Su Jiayao is more important than me after all, isn't she?"
"No, it's not... Listen to me, listen to me..." Su Mo wanted to shout loudly, but he didn't know that when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.
I don't, I just want to be with you forever, I just want Yaoyao to completely give up on me.
Jinqiu, please listen to my explanation...
However, he couldn't utter a word and could only watch the woman in front of him disappear bit by bit.[
"Oh no"
Su Mo screamed and opened his eyes, and subconsciously grabbed forward, but what he touched was empty air, which was very ethereal.
His eyes were empty, and it took a long time for him to become a little clearer.
It's already three o'clock in the afternoon.
He actually had a nightmare.
I dreamed that Jinqiu was dead.
Su Mo clenched his hands, and his eyes reflected a dazzling light of anger or resentment. His heart was filled with a strong feeling of hurt, and Jin Qiu's appearance was all in his mind.
Su Mo was no longer sleepy. He stood up and looked around the room, finding that everything was filled with her scent.
Taking a deep breath, the very pleasant mint aroma seemed to have been injected into his own bones and blood. It was not a good aroma, but it made him feel warm and comfortable now.
He walked quietly through the house, looking at every corner.
He sat on the sofa she had made, touched the TV remote control she had used, watched the TV she had watched, and stopped the songs she had listened to.
I went to the kitchen she used and cooked the food she had cooked.
He went to the bathroom where she had been and looked at the shampoo, shower gel, and toiletries she had used. He touched each one carefully.
He even stood in front of the mirror and looked at it for a long time, as if he wanted to see that person from inside.