Chapter 2548

Mo Lingwei was like a fish landing on the shore, on the verge of suffocation, her whimpering was blocked in her throat and turned into a heavy and hot gasping sound.

Feng Shaojin was a tireless person, and asked her over and over again: "After your brother comes over, will you abandon me and follow him back to Jincheng?"

Mo Lingwei's consciousness was blurred, and she was too tired to speak. She could only hear the man's low and deep voice vaguely in her ears, but she didn't know what he said.

The more she didn't answer, the reluctance in Feng Shaojin's heart became like water gathered, turning from a clear spring and stream into a monstrous tsunami, about to submerge him.

The growing possessive desire grabbed his heart like a vine, and Feng Shaojin thought about the last minute and second of the two of them together, and became more and more unwilling to let her go.

Feng Shaojin regards every moment of having her as his last.

It was dawn again, Feng Shaojin looked at the sleeping person beside him, got up and went to the ear room to fetch warm water, scrubbed her, put on his coat and left the bedroom.

Mo Lingwei was extremely sleepy, she got up at noon every day, sat quietly reading a book for a while, and then fell asleep again.

The ankle was getting better day by day, and the bruises gradually dissipated. Mo Lingwei threw away her crutches and was able to walk slowly in the bedroom. As long as she didn't run and jump, the wound would not hurt.

Feng Shaojin returned earlier every day. On this day, he came back just after the dusk rose.

Mo Lingwei accompanied him to have dinner in the restaurant. After putting down the bowls and chopsticks, she slowly stood up and prepared to go upstairs.

Feng Shaojin suddenly stepped forward and supported her: "Staying in the bedroom all day is boring, and I finally have free time today. I will accompany you to the backyard for a walk."

Mo Lingwei put her hand on his arm and walked slowly along the bluestone road to the gazebo in the backyard.

The Governor's Mansion has long lost its former prosperity and prosperity. The once colorful backyard is now only left with abandoned weeds and wild flowers stubbornly blooming in the weeds.

In another open space, there are green vegetables growing in season.

At critical moments, those piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poems and hops that symbolize wind, flowers, snow and moon are in front of life, and they are simply not worth the firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea in the ordinary reality.

Sitting on the stone bench, Mo Lingwei looked up at Xiao Xiao Luo Mu, and suddenly realized that it was autumn again.

Time flies so fast, it slipped through her fingers like running water. In the first half of the year, she spent all day in the operating room, almost ignoring the alternation of seasons.

She stared blankly at the withered and falling leaves, but Feng Shaojin's gaze was fixed on her side face, reluctant to take it away.

"Ling Wei." Feng Shaojin stretched out his hand, held her slender fingers, and put them on his lips, "You are like a gust of wind. Although I got you, I can't catch you anymore."

Her soul was empty, even at the moment when he and Mo Lingwei were most intimate with each other, he still couldn't feel that she belonged to him completely.

After all, she became a body, and he only got this body.

At this time, Feng Shaojin didn't know that Mo Lingwei, who was haunted by nightmares all day long, had already started to fall ill. The disease buried in her heart collapsed her depression...

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Mo Lingwei lost weight day by day. Holding the book in her hand, she couldn't turn a page for a long time, and she lost any appetite looking at the food in front of her.

Yun Liu didn't know what to do, so he asked tentatively, "Miss, what are you thinking?"

"I was wondering how a proud person like Jinlan survived when he moved here and shared a room with Mrs. Feng and He Jingshu."

Yun Liu persuaded: "Miss, don't think about it anymore, it's all in the past."

"But she comes to me every night, crying and telling me about these things." Mo Lingwei covered her face: "When I close my eyes, it looks like she died tragically in front of me.

I don't think about it either, but those images just jumped into my mind uncontrollably..."