"That year you went to London, and Chen An then came to you. When I saw him, I fell in love with him at first sight. I chased Chen An for a long time, for a long time, I liked him, I wanted him to like me, I wanted to marry him, I tried every means to integrate into his life... but I still failed."

"I feel very guilty about the harm caused by Mu Bailiang. I have tried many times to persuade him, but I can't stop him... At that time, I was forced to shoot you. I know this is Chen An's heart disease forever. I hurt him the most important person. I really envied you at that time. I wish he could care about me like this. I also wanted to know him since I was a child, but I knew it was impossible..."

"In the end, I chose to give up, give myself a relief, and give him a relief. I knew that I would never enter his heart and could not open his world. I forced myself to give up, and I became a person I hate myself, escape, sad, think too much, be depressed, even cowardly..."

"I want to get out, but that's a dead end."

Mu Chengfei choked up. She had been holding her heart for too long, too long.

She closed her eyes, which were stained with mist, "I thought at the time that he would never love me. The road was so long that I couldn't walk anymore. He came to Moscow to find me, and I was hiding. I didn't believe that he would really love me. I was really scared. I felt scared when I saw him..."

Mu Chengfei suddenly lost her voice as she spoke. She opened her mouth and found the voice for a long time. "He shot himself in order to let them let me go. I... I really didn't know how to describe my mood at that time. I was shocked and moved. I felt so stupid, so stupid that I couldn't see his sincerity..."

"I kept asking myself, did I never know him? I couldn't understand him. I really wanted to know him, I really wanted to know him, I really wanted to understand everything about him, Chen An, so that I could enter his world and become a member, but he never gave me a chance, and I didn't have it from beginning to end..."

At the end of the day, Mu Chengfei was already incoherent.

She didn't know what she was saying, she was scattered and had everything, and she was more like talking to herself...

Mo Nanjue never spoke. He faced the floor-to-ceiling window and stood in the same position. The red wine in the goblet in his hand was gradually conveyed by his fingertips.

The man turned around until Mu Chengfei disappeared.

Monajue lowered his goblet, raised his black eyes and landed on her. He asked, his voice as magnetic as ever, with a bit of awe, "Do you love him?"

"Love." Mu Chengfei answered without hesitation, without any waiting.

Mo Nanjue straightened his body, he put his hands in his pockets, and the dark sky was projected from the floor-to-ceiling window, carrying it on his shoulders, very heavy.

But Mo Nanjue was still straight, his back was very straight, his lips as thin as a knife and moved slightly, looking into her eyes, "I'll tell you a story."

Mu Chengfei met his gaze and saw the forbearance and deep sorrow inside. She nodded and couldn't help but straighten her back.

...

Mo Nanjue told a story that is not too long but... cruel.

...

That year, Chen An was fourteen years old.

We met at the age of four, which was the tenth year that he and Mo Nanjue met.

A few months ago, a woman Chen's father raised outside was discovered, but he even had a child. He was a girl and was not young anymore.
Chapter completed!