Feng Shaojin's eyes widened in grief, "Ling Wei, it's not what you think, I didn't regard you as a tool for redemption, I just, just..."

"Just what?" Mo Lingwei's throat was choked: "Feng Shaojin, I want to listen to the truth, dare you say that you don't have such thoughts at all?

Do you dare to say that your stubbornness to keep me by your side has nothing to do with your brother's death?

Do you dare to say that when you confronted me, your debt and guilt towards your brother didn't diminish a little bit? "

Feng Shaojin: "..."

The blood in Feng Shaojin's eyes diffused little by little, turning red.

He just looked at her like this, staring at the continuous sadness welling up in her eyes for a long time.

Feng Shaojin seemed to compromise, and finally said: "I admit..."

Mo Lingwei's dry eyes suddenly filled with tears and rolled out.

What else Feng Shaojin said, she could no longer hear clearly, and she didn't want to hear it anymore.

Heart ashes, but that's all.

Feng Shaojin's lips opened and closed, as if he was explaining something in a hurry. Mo Lingwei looked at the man's handsome eyebrows through his hazy eyes, and his eyes were in a daze.

She swayed, was held in Feng Shaojin's arms, carried her to the bed and lay down.

Mo Lingwei looked at the roof of the tent, closed her eyes, opened them again after a long time.

The buzzing sound in her ears was gone, Feng Shaojin went out, brought a cup of warm honey water over, and fed it to her lips.

Mo Lingwei turned her face away and pushed the cup away.

Feng Shaojin was full of helplessness, he held her hand tightly with his big palm, and said sincerely, "Ling Wei, what do you want me to do to forgive me?"

"Send Xiu'er back to Jincheng."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Mo Lingwei repeated again: "Send Xiu'er back to Jincheng, and I will forgive you."

Feng Shaojin smiled wryly: "Even if I send Xiu'er back to Jincheng, we all know in our hearts that you can't forgive me..."

If a person who is ashamed of death has lost even the basic concerns, does he still have the faith to live?

Feng Shaojin took advantage of the situation and lay down beside her: "Ling Wei, don't think too much, we are destined to be together, unless I die, otherwise, I will not let you go."

the second day.

Feng Shaojin got up early in the morning, seeing that Mo Lingwei was still awake, went downstairs to make porridge for her.

After the porridge was cooked, when he brought it into the bedroom, he saw that the person had disappeared.

Feng Shaojin panicked and searched everywhere, but there was no anteroom, no guest room, nowhere.

The genius is dim, and Xiu'er hasn't woken up yet. Where did she go?

Feng Shaojin didn't dare to stir up trouble, for fear of shocking Mo Lingwei, he thought about it, and walked up to the attic above while holding the stairs.

I saw Mo Lingwei sitting on the empty white jade railing, her legs were shaking slowly, and there were high floors underground.

Feng Shaojin looked terrified, as if a gust of wind blew by, and she was about to float down with the wind.

Feng Shaojin quietly stepped forward, hugged her in his arms, dragged her down from the railing, and gritted his teeth: "What are you doing? Do you think that if you die, I will send Xiu'er as you wish?" Are you going back to Jincheng?

Ling Wei, if you would rather die than stay with me, let alone Xiu'er, I don't even want to let the Mo family go, so don't force me! ! "

Mo Lingwei turned her head, looked at the desolate and desolate forest in the distance, pushed him away, and put her hands on the railing: "I have always been a person who cherishes my life.

I promised my mother that at any time, she should live a good life and not do things that make relatives hurt enemies or make things happy.

How could I die? How hard should I think about it. "

She turned sideways, her eyes were as cold as ice and snow, and she looked at him coldly, which made Feng Shaojin's heart feel cold...