Chapter 582

With the support of the housekeeper, Mo Lingwei got out of the carriage tremblingly, stared at the dilapidated thatched cottage for a moment, pushed open the half-closed door, and entered.

There was a piece of white paper on the table, seeing the words written on it, the corners of Mo Lingwei's eyes twitched violently, her heart seemed to be hit hard by something, it was heavy and stuffy, and she couldn't feel the pain.

However, even breathing seems to consume all the strength of the whole body, oppressed and suffocated.

The handwriting is flamboyant, vigorous and powerful, with the same temper as Feng Shaojin, and the standard handwriting is just like the person.

The color is dark red, with a strong smell of rust, and it looks like a bloody letter Feng Shaojin bit her finger:

This body is a gentleman's intention to be free and unrestrained, how could the mountains and rivers be desolate.

When the sky breaks down, Mu Xue grows old.

Han Jian silently listens to the thunder, and the spear guards the empty trench alone.

Jun Mo laughed drunk on the battlefield, blowing through the corners of the painting overnight.

When I come back, ten miles of red makeup, how about marrying you?

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When I come back, ten miles of red makeup, how about marrying you?

Mo Lingwei stared at the last line, with a wry smile on her lips, took out the thick stack of letters from her bosom, lit the candle on the table, and put the letter paper on the fire...

Maybe it was because of the too much smoke, and the smoked Mo Lingwei's eyes turned red instantly, and tears rolled down.

Seeing this, the housekeeper persuaded: "Miss, why are you bothering? If you really can't let go, keep these things for now. It's good to have a thought, why burn them all."

Mo Lingwei's voice was hoarse and weak, with a slight tremor: "Everything that should be cut off has already been cut off. Keeping it is just an annoyance. It's better to burn it clean."

The more I talked, the teardrops fell harder and harder like beads with a broken thread.

The butler sighed silently.

Mo Lingwei's appearance seemed determined and ruthless, and she didn't know the extent of her heartbroken pain.

Where is the slightest determination to cut off everything that wants to have nothing to do with that person forever.

My heart is clearly uncomfortable.

I really don't care about that person anymore, so why bother to worry about the injury on that person's body, his body is better, so why rush to visit him?

And why bother to carry all the letters from that person close to your body, why take them out and burn them all? If you really don't care at all, it doesn't matter long ago.

After all the letters were burned to ashes, Mo Lingwei searched around the house, but she couldn't find such a thing, so she gathered her cloak and went out.

The butler quickly followed and helped her into the carriage.

"This hut, burn it down." Mo Lingwei lifted the curtain of the car, squinted her red and swollen eyes, and looked into the distance.

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Thick smoke billowed straight into the sky, Mo Lingwei sat in the carriage, took a last look at the hut wrapped in flames, put down the curtains, and disappeared at the intersection without looking back.

On the other side, Gu Wei glanced back inadvertently, and said in surprise: "There's so much smoke, this burning place seems to be where we live these days."

When Feng Shaojin heard this, his half-closed phoenix eyes suddenly opened, and he poked his head out to look out. The bottom of his calm eyes was instantly turbulent and turbulent.

He tightly grasped the window of the car, the veins on his forehead burst out, and the breath around his body was instantly frozen, chilling.

Gu Weisheng was afraid that he would jump directly from the car window, so he grabbed his arm in fright, and persuaded him: "Master, calm down, maybe there is a fire somewhere else, not the thatched cottage we live in.

The wound on your body has not healed, so strenuous exercise is not suitable to prevent the wound from tearing again..."

"Return." Feng Shaojin slid his back along the wall of the car, sat back in his seat, pursed his thin lips, and gritted his teeth to spit out two words.