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Mo Lingwei is like a fish on the shore. She is on the edge of suffocation. Her sob is blocked in her throat and becomes a heavy and hot gasp.
Feng Shaojin is a tireless person, repeatedly asked her: "after your brother came, will you leave me and follow him back to Jincheng?"
Mo Lingwei's consciousness is fuzzy, and she is tired and can't speak. She can only hear the man's low voice vaguely ringing in her ear, but she doesn't know what he said.
The more she doesn't answer, Feng Shaojin's heart is not willing to give up, just like the gathered water, from the clear spring stream into a huge tsunami, which is about to submerge him.
Zhan Yi's desire is like a vine. He holds his heart. Feng Shaojin plans to spend the last minute together and refuses to let her go.
Every moment of owning her is regarded as the last time by Feng Shaojin.
It's dawn again. Feng Shaojin looks at the sleeping man next to her. She gets up and goes to the ear room to get warm water. After scrubbing for her, she puts on her coat and leaves the bedroom.
Mo Lingwei is sleepy. She gets up at noon every day, sits quietly and reads for a while, then goes to sleep again.
The ankles get better day by day, and the bruises gradually disperse. Mo Lingwei throws her crutch and can walk slowly in the bedroom. As long as she doesn't run and jump, the injury won't hurt.
Feng Shaojin returned earlier and earlier. On this day, as soon as the dusk rose, he came back.
Mo Lingwei accompanied him to dinner in the restaurant. After putting down the dishes, she slowly stood up and prepared to go upstairs.
Feng Shaojin suddenly stepped forward and held her: "I'm so bored in my bedroom all day. I'm not easy to be free today. I'll accompany you to the backyard."
Mo Lingwei's hand on his arm, along the bluestone Road, slowly walked to the backyard Pavilion.
The governor's mansion has long lost its former prosperity and prosperity. The once colorful backyard is now only left with abandoned weeds and stubborn wild flowers in the weeds.
Another open space, but it is green oil with seasonal vegetables.
At the critical moment, those musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and wine, which symbolize the romance, are not equal to the ordinary reality.
Mo Lingwei sits on the stone bench and looks up at the falling wood. She suddenly finds that it's autumn again.
How time flies! It's like running water leaking through her fingers. In the first half of the year, she was in the operating room all day, almost ignoring the alternation of the four seasons.
She stared at the withered and yellow leaves, but Feng Shaojin's eyes had been fixed on her side face, reluctant to move away.
"Ling Wei." Feng Shaojin stretched out her hand, held her slender fingers and put them on her lips, "you are like a gust of wind. Although I have got you, I can't catch you any more."
Her soul is empty, even in the most intimate moment when he and Mo Lingwei blend with each other, he still can't feel that she completely belongs to him.
She eventually became a body, and he only got this one.
At this time, Feng Shaojin doesn't know that Mo Lingwei, who has been haunted by nightmares all day, has begun to get sick. The disease buried in her heart has made her suffer from depression and collapse...
...
Mo Lingwei is getting thinner and thinner day by day. She is holding a book, can't open a page, and has no appetite for the food in front of her.
Cloud six don't know what to do, tentatively asked: "Miss, what are you thinking?"
"I was thinking about how Jin Lan, who was so arrogant, survived when she moved here and shared a room with Mrs. Feng and he Jingshu."
Cloud six advised: "Miss, don't think about it any more, it's all in the past."
"But she came to me every night and cried about it." Mo Lingwei covered her face: "as soon as I close my eyes, it's the way she died in front of me.
I don't want to think about these, but those pictures just jump into my mind uncontrollably....
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Mo Lingwei is like a fish on the shore. She is on the edge of suffocation. Her sob is blocked in her throat and becomes a heavy and hot gasp.
Feng Shaojin is a tireless person, repeatedly asked her: "after your brother came, will you leave me and follow him back to Jincheng?"
Mo Lingwei's consciousness is fuzzy, and she is tired and can't speak. She can only hear the man's low voice vaguely ringing in her ear, but she doesn't know what he said.
The more she doesn't answer, Feng Shaojin's heart is not willing to give up, just like the gathered water, from the clear spring stream into a huge tsunami, which is about to submerge him.
Zhan Yi's desire is like a vine. He holds his heart. Feng Shaojin plans to spend the last minute together and refuses to let her go.
Every moment of owning her is regarded as the last time by Feng Shaojin.
It's dawn again. Feng Shaojin looks at the sleeping man next to her. She gets up and goes to the ear room to get warm water. After scrubbing for her, she puts on her coat and leaves the bedroom.
Mo Lingwei is sleepy. She gets up at noon every day, sits quietly and reads for a while, then goes to sleep again.
The ankles get better day by day, and the bruises gradually disperse. Mo Lingwei throws her crutch and can walk slowly in the bedroom. As long as she doesn't run and jump, the injury won't hurt.
Feng Shaojin returned earlier and earlier. On this day, as soon as the dusk rose, he came back.
Mo Lingwei accompanied him to dinner in the restaurant. After putting down the dishes, she slowly stood up and prepared to go upstairs.
Feng Shaojin suddenly stepped forward and held her: "I'm so bored in my bedroom all day. I'm not easy to be free today. I'll accompany you to the backyard."
Mo Lingwei's hand on his arm, along the bluestone Road, slowly walked to the backyard Pavilion.
The governor's mansion has long lost its former prosperity and prosperity. The once colorful backyard is now only left with abandoned weeds and stubborn wild flowers in the weeds.
Another open space, but it is green oil with seasonal vegetables.
At the critical moment, those musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and wine, which symbolize the romance, are not equal to the ordinary reality.
Mo Lingwei sits on the stone bench and looks up at the falling wood. She suddenly finds that it's autumn again.
How time flies! It's like running water leaking through her fingers. In the first half of the year, she was in the operating room all day, almost ignoring the alternation of the four seasons.
She stared at the withered and yellow leaves, but Feng Shaojin's eyes had been fixed on her side face, reluctant to move away.
"Ling Wei." Feng Shaojin stretched out her hand, held her slender fingers and put them on her lips, "you are like a gust of wind. Although I have got you, I can't catch you any more."
Her soul is empty, even in the most intimate moment when he and Mo Lingwei blend with each other, he still can't feel that she completely belongs to him.
She eventually became a body, and he only got this one.
At this time, Feng Shaojin doesn't know that Mo Lingwei, who has been haunted by nightmares all day, has begun to get sick. The disease buried in her heart has made her suffer from depression and collapse...
...
Mo Lingwei is getting thinner and thinner day by day. She is holding a book, can't open a page, and has no appetite for the food in front of her.
Cloud six don't know what to do, tentatively asked: "Miss, what are you thinking?"
"I was thinking about how Jin Lan, who was so arrogant, survived when she moved here and shared a room with Mrs. Feng and he Jingshu."
Cloud six advised: "Miss, don't think about it any more, it's all in the past."
"But she came to me every night and cried about it." Mo Lingwei covered her face: "as soon as I close my eyes, it's the way she died in front of me.
I don't want to think about these, but those pictures just jump into my mind uncontrollably....
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Mo Lingwei is like a fish on the shore. She is on the edge of suffocation. Her sob is blocked in her throat and becomes a heavy and hot gasp. Feng Shaojin is a tireless person, repeatedly asked her: "after your brother came, will you leave me and follow him back to Jincheng?" Mo Lingwei's consciousness is fuzzy, and she is tired and can't speak. She can only hear the man's low voice vaguely ringing in her ear, but she doesn't know what he said. The more she doesn't answer, Feng Shaojin's heart is not willing to give up, just like the gathered water, from the clear spring stream into a huge tsunami, which is about to submerge him. Zhan Yi's desire is like a vine. He holds his heart. Feng Shaojin plans to spend the last minute together and refuses to let her go. Every moment of owning her is regarded as the last time by Feng Shaojin. It's dawn again. Feng Shaojin looks at the sleeping man next to her. She gets up and goes to the ear room to get warm water. After scrubbing for her, she puts on her coat and leaves the bedroom. Mo Lingwei is sleepy. She gets up at noon every day, sits quietly and reads for a while, then goes to sleep again. The ankles get better day by day, and the bruises gradually disperse. Mo Lingwei throws her crutch and can walk slowly in the bedroom. As long as she doesn't run and jump, the injury won't hurt. Feng Shaojin returned earlier and earlier. On this day, as soon as the dusk rose, he came back. Mo Lingwei accompanied him to dinner in the restaurant. After putting down the dishes, she slowly stood up and prepared to go upstairs. Feng Shaojin suddenly stepped forward and held her: "I'm so bored in my bedroom all day. I'm not easy to be free today. I'll accompany you to the backyard." Mo Lingwei's hand on his arm, along the bluestone Road, slowly walked to the backyard Pavilion. The governor's mansion has long lost its former prosperity and prosperity. The once colorful backyard is now only left with abandoned weeds and stubborn wild flowers in the weeds. Another open space, but it is green oil with seasonal vegetables. At the critical moment, those musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and wine, which symbolize the romance, are not equal to the ordinary reality. Mo Lingwei sits on the stone bench and looks up at the falling wood. She suddenly finds that it's autumn again. How time flies! It's like running water leaking through her fingers. In the first half of the year, she was in the operating room all day, almost ignoring the alternation of the four seasons. She stared at the withered and yellow leaves, but Feng Shaojin's eyes had been fixed on her side face, reluctant to move away. "Ling Wei." Feng Shaojin stretched out her hand, held her slender fingers and put them on her lips, "you are like a gust of wind. Although I have got you, I can't catch you any more." Her soul is empty, even in the most intimate moment when he and Mo Lingwei blend with each other, he still can't feel that she completely belongs to him. She eventually became a body, and he only got this one. At this time, Feng Shaojin doesn't know that Mo Lingwei, who has been haunted by nightmares all day, has begun to get sick. The disease buried in her heart has made her suffer from depression and collapse... ... Mo Lingwei is getting thinner and thinner day by day. She is holding a book, can't open a page, and has no appetite for the food in front of her. Cloud six don't know what to do, tentatively asked: "Miss, what are you thinking?" "I was thinking about how Jin Lan, who was so arrogant, survived when she moved here and shared a room with Mrs. Feng and he Jingshu." Cloud six advised: "Miss, don't think about it any more, it's all in the past." "But she came to me every night and cried about it." Mo Lingwei covered her face: "as soon as I close my eyes, it's the way she died in front of me. I don't want to think about these, but those pictures just jump into my mind uncontrollably.... www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
