Chapter 591: Love is endless but not joyful

When Louis Yingwu called Lan Mufei, she stood in front of the window with a glass of water. She didn't take a sip until the water in the glass was completely cold.

On the phone, he said that he had something to deal with and that he was leaving Paris now and would be back before Yun Gu's second court hearing.

Lan Mufei looked out the window at Paris with quiet eyes. Romance and passion were the label of this city, but the city that reflected in her eyes was suffocatingly cold.

"It's okay...you pay attention to safety, I will take care of myself!"

"..."

"I'm waiting for you to come back..."

"..."

"Yingwu, I love you!" Lan Mufei raised her lips gently, her voice wandering back and forth in the large and empty living room, and there was a cold beep on the other end of her phone in response.

Lan Mufei cut off the call, threw the phone aside, held the cup in both hands and drank a full glass of ice-cold water, which seemed to freeze her internal organs and her heart, which was so painful that it was almost dying.

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It's really cold this winter!

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Louis Yingqi left Paris for three days without saying where he was going. During this period, he just sent a text message to Lan Mufei to report that he was safe. At the end of the text message, he read: Wait for me.

Lan Mufei stood in the long corridor, under the dim light, gently stroking the words "Wait for me" with her fingers, feeling despair and powerlessness seep out of her heart.

Young widow, what should I do if I can't wait for you?

Turn off the phone and use the room card to open the door.

When I walked into the room, the curtains were closed, leaving only a gap, and the light from the window seeped in stingily; I could vaguely see the tall figure standing by the window, very tall and tall.

Lan Mufei plugged in the room card, turned on the light, looked at the window, and the handbag in her hand fell silently to the thick carpet at her feet.

"Anyone can do it...why does it have to be you?" She said with difficulty, a fierce and unwilling emotion flashed across her eyes.

There was heating in the room. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, and his coat was placed on the back of the chair at the dining table. At this moment, his back was leaning against the wall, his hands were in his pockets, and his casual eyes fell on her grief-stricken look.

His voice was so calm that no emotion could be heard, "Because only if it's me, will he completely give up on you!"

Just like when I gave up grace without hesitation.

Whatever he has touched, the pride of the widowed Louis will never want again!

Lan Mufei wanted to turn around and leave, but her slender legs seemed to be filled with lead and were too heavy to lift up. The strength in her body was drained the moment she saw Feng Chen, and she suddenly collapsed on the ground.

"Why does it have to be like this... Why does it have to be like this..."

She lowered her head and kept mumbling to herself.

There was a hint of ambiguity and complexity in Feng Chen's eyes. He walked up to her, squatted down, stretched out his hands in his pockets to pick her up, and turned around to walk towards the huge side of the bedroom.

Lan Mufei was placed on the bed by her, her face was ashen, her thin lip was bitten with a bloody mark, and there were fine blood beads; the smell of blood lingered under her nose.

Feng Chen stood by the bed, taking away the hairpin holding her long hair with his tobacco-scented fingers, and placed them in front of her neck. He untied the orange scarf, revealing a neck with graceful curves like gelatin; and his narrow eyes.

Gradually it gets hot...

When her fingers fell on the buttons of her shirt, she instinctively raised her hand to hold his!

Her fingers were colder than an ice pick in Sanjiutian, and she held his hand tightly, even digging her nails into his skin and into his flesh.

He leaned forward in front of her, his warm breath sprayed on her face, and his voice was low: "It's still too late for you to regret it now."

The curled eyelashes on the eyes of a pool of stagnant water trembled violently, and the strength of the hand holding on to him disappeared little by little...

Do you regret it?

after many years.

There was mist under his eyes, blurring his vision. His hands hung slumped on both sides of his body, like a beautiful but weak butterfly. The colorful wings were struggling hard after being entangled in the spider web, like a steel wire spider web cutting.

His beautiful but weak wings were broken, his back was dripping with blood, and he finally had no strength to resist.

Finally - I accepted my fate.

Madam Red doesn't allow her to have a choice!

Reality does not allow her to have a choice!

Even fate doesn't allow her to choose!

Feng Chen unbuttoned her shirt, pushed her coat off to the floor, and his lips fell on her neck, the hot and wet touch making her body tremble uncontrollably.

The overwhelming nausea made her hands hanging by her sides clenched tightly into fists, her nails dug into her palms, and she spent all her strength to restrain herself from pushing him away.

His kiss paused for a few seconds, then moved from her neck to her bloody lips, holding her cheeks with both hands, not allowing her to dodge.

A clear teardrop instantly rolled down from her pupil, and she slowly closed her watery eyes, closing all the coldness and despair.

It's like thinking that you are dead!

The hibiscus warm tent is *thick, *beautiful and the cold wind is far away;

When love comes to an end, one sheds tears; good times and beautiful scenery end up in vain.

In the world outside the curtains, heavy snowflakes drifted and fell, trying desperately to embellish the city's old appearance.

The howling cold wind and the fluttering white snow buried everything that could be covered.

Winter is really coming.

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The next day, the downstairs of the hotel was crowded with reporters. Feng Chen left the CD on the table before going downstairs, "Give this to Tang Shiyan, she will know how to do it."

When he left, he held another CD in his hand, which he wanted to take to Mrs. Hong. As for the newspaper headlines this morning, don't worry, the arrangements that should be made have already been arranged.

Lan Mufei picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on one by one, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and could see the reporters squatting in the snow. After the dust was sealed, they were almost surrounded by water, and the spotlights kept flashing. If it weren't for

With two bodyguards helping to clear the way, it was difficult for him to get into the car.

She held the CD she got from the table tightly to her chest, her dry eyes not even crying with tears. She sat leaning against the wall on the ground for who knows how long, until her body became cold and stiff.

The whole world is quiet.

The hotel attendant called to remind me that check-out time was approaching.

Lan Mufei looked through the window at the entrance of the hotel. All the reporters had left, leaving only countless messy footprints in the empty space.

Just like her life.

When she walked out of the hotel, she was greeted by the biting cold wind. She held her handbag tightly, which contained very important things; the snow was so thick that it almost covered her feet.

The cold wind filled my chest and I suddenly realized that I had left my scarf in the hotel. I tightened my low-collar coat and continued walking forward, not wanting to go back to that dark room again.

The pace suddenly paused——

A tall figure in a black coat stood straight in front of her. There were a few touches of silver on the black cloth, as well as on his hair and eyebrows. She didn't know how long he had been waiting in the snow. His face was pale and his thin lips were also...

Almost transparent white, a pair of deep blue eyes covered with scarlet bloodshot eyes, and the exhaustion between the brows could not be concealed no matter what.

Lan Mufei looked at him blankly, her heart suddenly tightening, and pain instantly spread throughout her limbs, as if someone had pinned her down and she couldn't move.

He stepped on the thick snow, the creaking sound drifted in the cold wind, and walked to her step by step; her loose collar was blown open by the wind, and the obvious kiss marks on Bai Xi's skin were fierce.

It stung his eyes fiercely, and the pain penetrated deep into his soul.

"You don't believe me that much?" His lips were trembling even as he pursed his lips, and his voice was so calm and mechanical that no emotion could be heard.

"What I don't believe in is fate." Lan Mufei heard her voice seem to be absent in the cold wind, much like an illusion.

Snap!

After a crisp sound, Lan Mufei lost her balance and fell to sit on the snow. Her messy hair covered half of her face, her inner lip was chipped by her teeth, and her mouth was filled with the smell of blood.

Louis Indigo slapped her with great force, and her arm was shaking uncontrollably after the slap.

Is she in pain?

But it hurts me ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times more than hers!

"Lan Mu Fei, you are so mean!" His scarlet eyes were occupied by anger and fate, and when he heard his own voice, he gritted his teeth and squeezed it out word by word.

How could she debase herself in such a way!

How could you treat him in such a cruel way!

She was the one who said they would stick together at the beginning, and it was she who gave him the courage to go on and the reason to persevere; why would she give up before him now?!

Lan Mufei's whole body was stiff, her eyes were moist, something was blocking her throat, she wanted to cry or scream, but she couldn't; her heart seemed to be cut with a dull knife, and she was in incomparable torment and pain.

Lan Mufei, you are so mean!

Six words, six extremely sharp knives pierced into her soul, causing her unbearable pain. They were destined to be with her forever.

Not knowing when, snowflakes started to fly again, dancing all over the sky, falling lightly on the ground, falling on her hair, her clothes, and her skin.

His figure gradually faded away in the wind and snow, leaving only a pale space in her world.
To be continued...