My wife has always been timid

Chapter 1616 She is still gone

emotion?

Her footsteps stopped involuntarily.

After a few seconds of silence, she turned around and looked at the man behind her, and said calmly, "You should know this very well."

"I want to hear from you."

Mo Shaoqian stared at her.

He knew that she was plotting against him and staying with him because of Su Qingcheng, but he didn't believe that in those days when they were with each other, there was only plotting, and even he had feelings for him. Did she really have no feelings at all?

In the next second, Dai Xiaochun gave him the answer.

"No."

The word "cold" does not include temperature.

At that moment, as if all the strength in his body had been emptied suddenly, Mo Shaoqian's figure couldn't help but staggered, he covered his heart, and looked at the woman who said these two words with his last breath.

However, there was only coldness in the woman's eyes.

Huh...he smiled.

A bit self-deprecating.

"Ah Chun, come and hug me..."

He spoke again, his voice was low and hoarse, he raised his blood-stained hand, his trembling fingertips were filled with begging and longing for her.

How familiar is this picture.

It was very similar to the scene when he pushed her and hit the head of the bed and smashed her head. She begged him to accompany her, but he said not to die in his house.

How she wanted to be like him.

As cruel as he is.

Leaving the wounded him alone in this empty living room, let him experience what it was like to have to wait for death to come.

Unfortunately, she can't do it.

"The maid will be here soon."

she says.

Turn around and go.

Mo Shaoqian tried his best to get up, clutching his shoulder that was constantly hurting, staggered, ran to the door and hugged Dai Xiaochun's frail body.

Dai Xiaochun froze all over, raised his hand and struggled to push him away.

"Don't, don't move..." He begged in a low voice, and his hoarse voice whispered in her ear: "I just want to hug you, Ah Chun, I don't have the strength, so don't move, just let me hug you for a while, Just a moment, please..."

The urgent begging made Dai Xiaochun give up the struggle by a strange coincidence.

He hugged her tightly.

Letting the strong winds rage and the snowflakes howl, helpless, he wished that time could stop at this moment.

However, in vain.

"Achun...Achun..." Mo Shaoqian buried his head in her tender neck, calling her name with nostalgia.

His shoulders trembled uncontrollably, as if suppressed sobs came from her neck.

"I let you go...I let you go..."

In the midst of heart-wrenching pain, he finally said these words.

It was Xueluo's voice.

The fine silver frost was still floating softly, covering the noise in the house, and even the howling wind around it gradually subsided, making the already peaceful winter atmosphere even more tranquil.

A world of ice and snow, red makeup like fire.

In the white snow all over the sky, a flaming red wedding dress slowly faded away. The wind blew fiercely, rolled up her skirt and blew her long hair, but her back was moving forward resolutely. Smaller and smaller, smaller and smaller...

she left.

She went anyway.

Looking at the back of the woman gradually going away, Mo Shaoqian could no longer support his blood-losing body, and slid along the door frame uncontrollably and sat on the ground.

There was a heart-piercing pain in his heart, and he never knew that people could die from pain.

The cold wind and snow scraped across his face fiercely like ice knives, his eyes were already flushed with grievance, and tears slipped down from the corners of his eyes, staring blankly at the direction the woman left as if his soul had been taken away.

why,

Why did you abandon him again...