Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Chanel must feel that he is threatening her with his life——

He is not, he really just has no nostalgia for this world.

Mu Xicheng looked at Chanel quietly, raised a hand, and gently stroked Chanel's hair.

His movements were so light, his palms just slightly touched her outermost hair...

He was afraid that he would make a big move, she woke up, and then she looked at him with eyes full of hatred——

He didn't know how to face it.

She said she didn't want to see her, why did she come back...

The infusion tube dripped quietly.

Mu Xicheng frowned, and looked at her for a while, with an unbearable pain in his eyes.

He lifted his body slightly, pulled out the needle, and walked out of bed gently.

Suddenly, Chanel moved her body in her sleep. He thought she was about to wake up, so her footsteps stopped there.

After a while, the people behind did not respond.

Mu Xicheng looked back at her, she was fast asleep, the sun was shining through the window, she was sleeping soundly, her face was peaceful.

Mu Xicheng suddenly smiled faintly, took out a pen and paper, wrote something, and placed it on the bed in front of Chanel.

The door was closed very softly, but Chanel still heard the sound when the lock clicked.

She moved her body, but she was actually a little sleepy, and wanted to continue sleeping...

After a while, she felt something was wrong?

He suddenly realized that the hand he had put on Mu Xicheng was actually empty now!

She reached out to touch it, but she didn't touch anyone, and immediately opened her eyes.

The hospital bed was already empty, and on the bed in front of him lay a piece of paper in Mu Xicheng's handwriting:

[In this life, I can't find a way to make you not hate me, so just hate me...Hate me, at least you will remember me.That's enough. 】

Chanel's heart sank, she stood up, and the moment she stood up, tears immediately fell.

Why, the people she loves so much don't cherish their own lives like this...threatening her with their lives...

My sister is, and so is Mu Xicheng.

He attempted suicide, wouldn't he still die?

Chanel opened the door and ran out quickly, rampaging like a little rabbit being hunted down by a hunter.

At a glance, at the end of the corridor, a tall and slender figure was leaving quickly.

Chanel ran over there, calling, "Mu Xicheng, stop."

She bumped into the oncoming doctor who was carrying a tray, and the medicine and needles fell all over the floor.

As if she didn't see it, Xia Naier quickly ran towards the figure: "Mu Xicheng, did you hear that, stop!"

The tall figure seemed to hear her voice, his back stiffened suddenly, and he stayed in place.

Chanel ran up to him, grabbed the collar of his hospital gown—

"Why do you treat me like this? Are you going to seek death? Are you sure you must die?" She said excitedly, "You want...you want me to die with you, so you're happy, don't you?"

Mu Xicheng frowned slightly, and raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Chanel knocked it off forcefully: "Don't touch me! I hate a fake person like you the most. You talk about love, but you keep hurting the person who loves you... So selfish, really selfish..."

I said, I won't cry anymore.

Why, the tears just can't be held back, keep falling?

"Xia Nai, Xia Nai, what are you talking about..." Mu Xicheng looked at her in a low voice, "Do you love me?"

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