Chapter 2057

When the carriage started, Feng Shaojin lifted the curtain, and finally took a look at the end of the road. Wherever he looked, it was still empty.

She finally completely escaped from his grasp. It was in vain for him to plan and trick him, almost costing his life, but he still couldn't keep her.

Feng Yichen was right, once his feelings were mixed with lies, his sincerity would be greatly compromised, even though his heart for her had never changed.

He leaned against the wall of the car, clutching his chest, coughing lowly, dragging the blunt pain from the wound, that kind of pain seemed to be hidden in the bone marrow, densely eating away at his flesh and blood.

When I was young, I met a stunning beauty. From then on, the mountains are not mountains, but the mountains are empty, the water is not water, but the water is shining, and you are not you.

When Mo Lingwei's carriage stopped at the door of the wooden house, the young man went in to investigate, and came back to report: "Miss, there is no one inside."

Mo Lingwei's nails dug into her palms, she gathered her cloak and got out of the carriage, stepping on the dirty ground with her embroidered shoes, she walked towards the hut step by step.

The boy pushed open the door of the cabin with a wink.

It seems that there is still a slight residual temperature inside, and the air is lingering with a faint scent of medicine. There is a letter on the table, and you can tell that it was written by Feng Shaojin himself:

I'm going back, I hope you are safe!

How ironic!

Didn't he cause her to fall to this point?

Mo Lingwei turned around and left the cabin.

She stood in the open suburbs, the world was vast, the cold wind was howling, and the snow was dancing wildly.

"Burn it!" Mo Lingwei stretched out her hand, which was so slender that you can see the veins, spread out, catching the flying snowflakes, and the coldness melted into her palm.

Mo Lingwei sighed: "It's snowing, it's so beautiful!"

It is more beautiful than thousands of fireflies.

If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Hearing this, the servant was stunned for a moment, and saw that Mo Lingwei's thin back had disappeared before his eyes. He returned to the carriage, hurried into the room and threw all the unused wax on the bed, and lit fires everywhere.

Soon, the dense fog mixed with smoke and dust was blown into the air by the wind, and the cabin was engulfed in flames.

The boy sat back on the carriage again: "Miss, it's already burned."

"Go home." Mo Lingwei put down the curtain and said softly.

On the empty road, there were only two light and faint marks left by the wheels, which were soon covered by the snow that fell more and more, leaving no traces.

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Gu Wei focused on driving the car. Hearing the occasional coughing in the car, he asked worriedly: "Master, is it because you've been standing outside the door these days, freezing?"

Feng Shaojin remained silent.

Gu Wei sighed and wanted to change the subject, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

Until a snowflake fell into his eyes, Gu Wei raised his head, looked at the sky, and said quickly: "Master, it's snowing, the snow in the north falls very early."

The curtain of the car was lifted, and Feng Shaojin looked out.

Snowflakes fluttered down from the sky, like cotton wool, flying in all directions.

Gu Wei suddenly yelled: "Master, there is a fire, there is a lot of smoke over there."

Feng Shaojin was indifferent.

Gu Wei said again: "It seems to be the location of the log cabin we live in."

Feng Shaojin suddenly poked his head out of the window, Gu Wei slowly slowed down the speed of the carriage, and looked at that place: "How could something so good catch fire?

How could there be such a big fire in this weather.

If it's not a natural disaster, it can only be caused by man.

Feng Shaojin suppressed the coughing sound that he wanted to blurt out, and took a deep breath: "Turn around the car, go back and have a look."