Chapter 482： Is there no other way?

Chapter 482 Is there no other way?

The room is very quiet.

Wen Ran answered Wen Jin’s call and stopped talking, just in a daze.

Mo Xiuchen hung up the phone, staring at her tenderly, trying to say something, but he was afraid that he would speak, which would have the opposite effect. The atmosphere just now was already a little stiff.

Wen Ran uses silence to express his absolute determination.

And he, with silence, told her of his persistence.

For a time, two people did not speak.

In the room, there was only the sound of newspaper flipping. The person reading the newspaper was not Wen Ran, but Mo Xiuchen. He flipped through the newspapers in his hand, from the scandal on the first day to the clarification on the second day. The explanation of the sky, the fourth day, the fifth day...

Finally, both the evidence of Xiao Wenqing and Wu Tianyi were involved.

So many, so hard arrangements, in the end, it was useless, he really couldn't tell what it was like.

He lifted his eyes from the newspaper and looked at Wen Ran, who was sitting there in a daze. Her delicate and delicate face was glowing with a bright white color, her eyebrows drooped, and her red lips were lightly pursed. She didn't know what she was thinking, but her slender body was motionless. , Let him have a kind of illusion, she seems to be just a lifeless rag doll.

He was suffocated again in his heart, and he blurted out and called out her name: "Sure!"

The dazed Wen Ran trembled slightly. After a second, she lifted her cold face to look at him. In the dark pupils, there was no focus for a moment, and her eyes stopped on his face. Slowly, Focus on one point.

Mo Xiuchen put down the newspaper, got up, squatted down in front of her, reached out to hold her hand, she wanted to avoid it, but he still held her hand.

He was squatting, and her eyes were looking at the same level as her sitting on the sofa. Her cold palms made him feel distressed. The strength of his holding her hand made him tight, "Of course, let's go home first."

Wen Ran couldn’t pull out the hand he was holding, and was too lazy to struggle. He just avoided his sight, looked down at the floor, and said faintly: “I’ll wait for my brother to come and go home with him.”

"Ran Ran!"

Mo Xiuchen's eyes ached, and his voice changed slightly.

She didn’t even want to go home with him?

"Xiu Chen, whether you agree to a divorce or not, I will never go back with you again. If you don't want my love for you to run out a little bit, and you don't want us to become strangers eventually, stop clinging, okay?"

Mo Xiuchen's heartache was too painful to breathe. Her words were like a sharp knife, with a single knife, all cut on his heart.

He held her hand so tight, so tight, she was clearly right in front of his eyes, he could see, touch, and breath, all her breath lingered, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that she was away I am so far away.

It was so far away, he couldn't hold it.

The pain in his eyes became thicker and deeper and deeper and deeper than he could bear. If she didn't love him at the beginning, he could accept that he loved her, but she was also like him. He loves her as deeply.

But because he did not agree to her request, she would withdraw her love for him and treat him as a stranger, let alone for a lifetime, even at this moment, he could not stand her alienation and indifference.

"Of course, is there no other way?"

Suddenly, his eyes became wet again, and they all said that the man had tears and did not flick it lightly, just because he was not sad.

He has experienced so many hardships since he was a child, wandering around the door several times, and never shed tears, but now, he can't control his tears.

As long as she thinks that she is leaving him, it hurts more than digging into the bones.

His tone is tired and weak, not to mention the usual pride, even stubbornness is gone, some are just humble in the dust.

Wen Ran raised his head suddenly, looking at the ceiling, his lips pressed tightly.

Mo Xiuchen looked at her, and suddenly smiled, smiling sadly and sadly. He held her hand and loosened it little by little. The wetness in his eyes gathered little by little as he loosened his strength.

When his palm was empty, tears rolled out of his eyes.

Wen Ran looked at the ceiling, not daring to look at him.

Mo Xiuchen stood up, standing tall in front of her, staring at her condescendingly, as if he wanted to remember her deeply.

The warm palm of the hand is cold, and the heart is also cold.

Even with his face up, tears still slipped down the moment he let it go, along his cheeks, sliding downwards, and finally, the bitter taste dripped into the corners of the mouth, spread between the lips and teeth, straight into the heart...

There was another silence.

After a while, Mo Xiuchen opened his lips lightly, his voice was soft and gentle, and he was full of love and distress: "Of course, I won't force you. You don't want to go home with me. You will go home with Wen Jin or Akai in a while. . If, after three days, you still insist on divorce, I promise you!"

At the end, he paused, and his tone was slower than before. It seemed that those words had exhausted all his strength before he said it.

Wen Ran's heart suffocated suddenly, her pale little face, even the last trace of color faded away, it was really as white as paper!

Just now, when he did not agree, she felt sorry for her. At this moment, he agreed, her heart, how could it hurt even more!

It seemed that she was about to suffer from the pain all the time. She bent her fingers, and her nails were deeply sinking into the flesh, trying to use the pain of the body to relieve the pain in her heart. However, the nail pierced the palm of her hand and the pain in her heart was not reduced by half. Minute.

Mo Xiuchen finished speaking, turned around and strode towards the door, opened the door, and went out.

The door is closed, the footsteps leave...

Wen Ran's body sitting on the sofa suddenly slid down. She slid down on the icy floor with her face buried in her palms. She couldn't help it anymore and burst into tears.

In the corridor, Mo Xiuchen paused in his footsteps, his tall body stiffened, turning his head slowly, and staring at the door steadily.

This kind of simple hotel, the door of the room is not very soundproof, and the soft and suppressed cry came from the crack of the door, the sound was heard, his heart suddenly seemed to be pulled by countless strings, and more and more The tighter, the more painful, and even the breathing becomes extremely difficult.

However, he did not return. His tall body was stiff in the corridor, and his deep, deep eyes fixedly looked at the door. An enthusiasm in his heart swept across the tip of his nose. In an instant, it rushed into his eye sockets and leaned forward. He blurred his vision for a moment.

Inside the door, Wen Ran cried heartbroken. It seemed that all the grievances turned into tears and crying. Even she herself didn't know why she was so wronged. Yes, it was a grievance. She felt aggrieved because of Mo Xiuchen's departure.

It was clear that she wanted to drive him away, but contradictoryly, because of his leaving, she wanted to die because of his grievance.

Outside the door, Mo Xiuchen's body is like a fossil, with his hands on his side, his knuckles glowing with a blue and white color. Hearing the suppressed cry of the sound coming from the door, his heart is after the sharp pain. , As if suddenly taken time out.

(End of this chapter)