Chapter 790

Also, why did he look into her eyes and make her feel unspeakable sadness? It was as if that kind of look had seen her somewhere, as if they had met somewhere, a long time ago.

"Don't leave me... Don't leave... Moho..."

Moho? Is he talking about lotus? Or... Women? Whether it's a lotus or a woman, it doesn't seem to be her, right?

"Don't go..."

Ning Lan laboriously breaks off Han Ming's hand holding her, gets up and wants to leave, and is grabbed by the drunken Han Ming's skirt. She's a little worried. How rude? She must go tonight! Maybe it's providence. He's drunk tonight. It's a rare opportunity.

"Lan'er... Don't leave me... Lan'er..."

Ning Lan broke Han Ming's hand and paused for a few seconds. Looking at Han Ming's bloody hand clutching her skirt, an unknown string in her heart was touched. Is this fragile him the real him, or is he the real one who ignores her prayers?

"Mohe... Mohe... Why... Why do you do this to me? Why... Don't leave me... LAN er... Don't go..."

When he was so drunk, it was Moho and she. Who in his heart didn't want to leave?

He was kind to her, so he left... Is it a little heartless? His hand was scratched, and he hasn't been bandaged and medicated. The stone ground is very cold. He must catch cold lying down all night

Glancing out of the window, the moonlight in the sky spilled all over the ground through the window. Ning Lan sighed, laboriously helped Han Ming lying on the ground to the bed, put medicine on Han Ming's hand and wrapped it up carefully.

"Don't go... Stay with me... Don't go..."

She doesn't know when she will come back here. Maybe she'll be back in a few months. Maybe she will never come back here again. Maybe this is the last time she meets him. Maybe

Looking at the tightly condensed eyebrows, Ning Lan's heart also pulled into a ball. She couldn't help raising her hand, gently smoothing the wrinkled peak eyebrow, staring at the face that made her feel complex, and her thoughts were chaotic.