Mo Bei stood on the terrace, listening to the sound of Mo Wenxiu leaving, the night in his eyes blurred for a moment.
That person is dead, that person... is dead!
Death means farewell, a farewell, never to be seen again.
"Didn't you say you were Doraemon? How could you die?!"
Holding the railing tightly with both hands, Mo Bei's voice was full of pathos.
After that, she didn't say a word, she just stood on the terrace and let her tears flow. She hadn't cried again since her mother passed away. This time, it was the longest she had cried in more than ten years.
There was a knock on the door.
Mo Bei hurriedly raised his palm, wiped his face, and walked to the living room.
"who?"
"Xiao Bei, it's me, dad. The flight has been arranged."
Mo Wenxiu's voice came from outside the door.
"Okay, I'll be right away."
Mo Bei agreed through the door, turned around and walked into the bathroom, washed his face carefully several times, and then left the bathroom again.
By the time she walked out of the guest room, her expression had returned to normal. There was no sadness at all, just numb calm.
Mo Wenxiu's eyes fell on her face, looking at her eyes that were obviously crying. He had already guessed that she had cried.
This daughter of hers has a polar opposite personality, is overbearing and perverse, and is very proud. A man who can make her cry must be someone she cares about very much.
However, Mo Wenxiu believes that she will be able to get through it.
Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Cutting off love with a sharp knife may be painful, but the scars will always heal one day. Such a result is always better than painful entanglements.
"Let's go."
Suppressing the pity in her heart, Mo Wenxi finally stopped telling her about Jiao Yang.
Mo Bei stepped towards the elevator. Looking at his daughter's slender back, Mo Wenxiu said sorry to her in his heart.
I'm sorry not only because he didn't tell her the truth, but also because of his identity.
If her father was not him, or she and Jiao Yang could be together.
Unfortunately……
I'm sorry, Xiaobei, with a father like me, you are destined to live in the shadows your whole life.
The group quickly left the hotel and rushed to the airport.
After getting on the plane, when the flight attendant came up and asked politely if he was ready, Mo Bei was still in a state of confusion.
Looking at her look, Mo Wenxiu hesitated again.
Over the years, he has owed his daughter so much. Although he has always been strong, he has always felt guilty for her in his heart.
If she cries or makes a fuss, it doesn't matter, but she is too quiet, as if she is not the quiet one.
"Xiao Bei!" Gritting his teeth secretly, Mo Wenxiu turned around and looked at his daughter sitting in the back seat, "There is something I must tell you."
"explain."
Mo Bei just said one word very calmly.
Mo Wenxiu looked at her lifeless eyes and finally said, "Actually, Jiao Yang... is not dead."
"What did you say?!"
Mo Bei suddenly raised his face and looked at him. Strong emotions appeared on his expressionless face.
"He is not dead, he just suffered some minor injuries. He is staying safely in the Duke's Mansion now." Mo Wenxiu sighed, "However, I must remind you that you and Jiao Yang are... very far apart.
You should think carefully, if you insist on staying with him, you must be prepared for the possibility of being injured all over your body."
