Every word turned into sharp knives and sharp knives, piercing into Feng Shaojin's heart one after another. His face and neck were drenched with blood from her nails.

The tall body was trembling slightly, he didn't know how to answer, and he didn't know what to say, he could only caress her face and kept calling her name: "Ling Wei,..."

After all, she hated him to the core, regretted meeting him, and even wished that he would just die.

Feng Shaojin recalled in a daze that when he returned to Yuncheng with Feng Shaoqing, he originally planned to ask his elders to go to the Mo family to propose marriage for him.

It would be great if Feng Shaoqing hadn't died.

It would be great if he was the one who died, at least she would never forget him in her life, and all that was left to her were good memories, instead of being so hateful as she is now, wishing to put him to death.

Feng Shaojin grabbed her hands, hugged her tightly with both arms, and trapped her in his arms.

Both hands were restrained, and Mo Lingwei opened her mouth and bit his shoulder. Through a thin layer of underwear, Mo Lingwei exerted all her strength, and it seemed that only by swallowing Feng Shaojin alive could she relieve her heart hate.

Wisps of blood soon ooze from the white skirt, and Mo Lingwei's cries became more desperate: "Feng Shaojin, I have never expected you to die like I am now.

Even if you lied to me, even if you were sorry for me, even if you imprisoned me, even if you ruined my innocence and ruined my reputation, I never really had the heart to let you die.

I would rather run away from you, and live alone with these deceptions, betrayals and pains for the rest of my life, and I never thought of revenge on you.

But now, how I wish you were dead.

It doesn't matter if you were shot and killed by the Dongyang people, or you died in that small wooden house in Jincheng, as long as you die, there is no chance of hurting Xiu'er, it doesn't matter.

But why are you still alive and well?

Why do you keep haunting me?

What did i do wrong?

Did I owe you in my previous life?

I am a disaster star. From the moment I was in my mother's womb, I caused her to be notorious and her reputation was ruined. After she was born, I caused her body to be damaged.

When I grew up, I disobeyed women's morals and dated you without telling the Mo family, which caused my brother and sister-in-law to devote all their efforts to helping me, and now I still cause my nephew to bear the crime for me.

Why do people like me live?

What is the right to live?

If she had died earlier, my mother would not have died tragically, and Xiu'er would not have become what she is now.

When I twisted my foot in Laoshan and passed out, why wasn't the beast snatched it away and gnawed it clean?

Everything happened because of me, everything happened because of me..."

Feng Shaojin hugged her tightly: "It's not your fault, it's not your fault, it's not your fault, it's my fault, it's all my fault."

Feng Yichen had just rushed over from the Governor's Mansion, and when he stepped into the courtyard, he heard the woman's mournful and desperate cries. If he hadn't been standing in the backyard at this moment, seeing the scene in front of him with his own eyes, he probably wouldn't have died I believe that this cry will be made by Mo Lingwei.

When did that woman who was always calm, even calm to the point of indifference ever have such a breakdown, even when she was fighting against Feng Shaojin and wanted to commit suicide, it was a desolate and silent hunger strike.

She seems to be born quiet and elegant, and all the noise, quarrels and breakdowns have nothing to do with her...

Feng Yichen twisted the medicine box, looked at Mo Lingwei's heart-piercing embarrassment, and Feng Shaojin's bloody misery, and didn't know who to help...