Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1105: Pit Depth 203 Meters, Prince Beimeng (4)
However, he was so serious when he said it...

Serious acid, more sour than acid.

Mo Jiu sighed, a little confused.

Originally, she wanted to solve the problem easily, but when she thought about it carefully, from Xiao Changsi's point of view, it seemed that she really disliked his illness and didn't want him anymore.So, does he feel abandoned?
Not maliciously hurting people's self-esteem is the foundation of Mo Jiu's life.

After thinking about it, she said tactfully: "Old Xiao, don't force yourself too hard. Whether your illness is good or not, I can't ignore you. What I said just now is not to dislike you, it is indeed for the sake of your health. Your happiness, as well as Fang Jiran... I heard that you spend the whole day in tears and don't think about food and drink, don't you feel sad?"

When she asked him, she carefully observed his expression.

But probably it was time to kill feelings. Hearing Fang Jiran's tragic situation, Xiao Changsi only gave a faint "hmm" without even opening his eyelids, and said calmly: "I'm tired, you first go down."

"Then this..."

"No hurry." He interrupted her, "Even if you want to write a letter of divorce, you have to wait until I can write it."

When can I write?Mo Jiu looked at his hand strangely.

Dare to love him before asking him to feed medicine and wipe his mouth, isn't he being hypocritical, is it true that he can't move?

But in the cemetery before, wasn't he fine?He can talk and laugh, although he looks a little weak, but he is not a useless person who can't even write?
Mo Jiu became curious, moved his chair, leaned closer and asked, "Old Xiao, what's the matter with your illness?"

Xiao Changsi said softly, "Didn't Liu Lang tell you?"

Hearing Xiao Liulang's name, and in front of her husband-in-law who was "married by the matchmaker", Mo Jiu felt sad and embarrassed for no reason, and there was a touch of helplessness, "He said very little about you."

"Well, let's not talk about it." He didn't look at her, but looked straight ahead at the windless tent in front of him, "Actually, I'm so broken, I don't think I can delay you for a long time. Wait for me to go , you want to marry another, isn't it all up to you? Why do you have to push me out—"

This……

Mo Jiu was suddenly at a loss for words.

She is not pushing, but matching.

But to such a "heartbroken" Xiao Changsi, it seems that no matter what she continues to explain, she can't convince him of her pure and kind heart. Instead, she has to bear the blame of a "scumbag"?

"When I was young, I heard an old man say that when a person dies, if no one misses him in the world, then he will suffer a lot in the underworld, like eighteen levels of purgatory, which will never end. If someone always misses him, he will be reincarnated , to be able to escape from the sea of ​​suffering... like me, when alive, there is only one person left. Even after death, I think I will be alone, and no one will think about it anymore."

His voice was deep and deep, full of self-suffering.

For no reason, Mo Jiu shivered.

She thought of the head that rolled to the ground the day the Xiao family in Lin'an was destroyed...

I also thought of the current Xiao Changsi...it is true that he has no relatives anymore.

And she, no matter what, was the wife he was marrying.

After rubbing her temples, she could no longer speak those words.

With a light cough, Mo Jiu wanted to find a topic to ease the embarrassment.

"Would you... would you like some water? Something to eat?"

Xiao Changsi didn't raise his head, "Call Chi Xilai, I won't bother you."

Mo Jiu never thought that her "good intentions" would lead to such a result.

(End of this chapter)