cuddling in his arms

Chapter 179 Confused
Mo Xiaoli huddled in a corner and shivered, and finally burst into tears, shouting over and over again, "Ziqing, Ziqing, what should we do? What should we do?"

So nostalgic for that embrace, such familiar eyebrows and eyes, I will never see them again.

The wind gushed in through the collar, and she flinched a bit. The night seemed extraordinarily long.

A pair of black leather shoes appeared in her vision, she choked up and raised her head, shouting, "Ziqing."

"Xiaoli..."

Mo Shaohua looked at her with melancholy eyes, "Come back with me."

"No." Mo Xiaoli wanted to back away, but because of squatting, his feet were a little numb, so he sat on the ground all at once, so embarrassed.

Love is so embarrassing, why do you still love?

Mo Shaohua couldn't understand, he lowered his body, grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. When that cold little body pressed against his body, he shivered.

"Why is it so cold?" He was surprised for a while, and then hurriedly held her hand. It was as cold as a dead person, but the soft touch was still there, but the warmth and throbbing of the past could no longer be found.

They were so close and their hands were tightly intertwined, but she was indifferent. Mo Shaohua felt annoyed, "Mo Xiaoli, are you a fool? Is it worth it for such a man? He harmed your parents, cheated Your feelings, why are you still so stupid, is there no other man in the world besides An Ziqing? Why do you spoil yourself like this?"

The tears that had just stopped flowed down again, her face was flushed from the cold, Mo Xiaoli pulled out her hand to cover her face, tears seeped from between her fingers, she didn't know what to say, she didn't want to say anything, but she But she knew in her heart that no matter how many men there were in the world, she only cared about An Ziqing.

Mo Xiaoli cried and coughed until he vomited so heart-piercingly that he almost vomited his guts.

She broke away from Mo Shaohua's embrace and walked forward step by step. Mo Shaohua stood behind her in a daze and called her: "Xiaoli..."

She ignored it and kept walking, aimlessly.

Mo Shaohua rushed forward to grab her arm, but Mo Xiaoli threw it away.

"Where are you going?" Mo Shaohua suppressed his temper and asked, "Where can you go now?"

"You don't care." She stubbornly walked forward.

Mo Shaohua followed her step by step, but was frightened in place by her tearing 'roll'.

He stared blankly at her walking further and further away, and finally disappeared.

An Ziqing drove the car at a high speed, whizzed past Mo Shaohua, and a gust of cool wind woke him up.

It turns out that they love so deeply, such a love is something he can never get involved in, right?

He laughed self-deprecatingly and viciously, "What if I have to intervene?"

Asking himself, he suddenly became happy, his Xiaoli will always be his.

An Ziqing drove the car slowly all the way, never getting out of the car, and never calling her, just following her at a distance, wherever she went, he would go there, and kept walking through one avenue after another.

Mo Xiaoli always knew that An Ziqing's car was following behind him, maybe he could be happy just by turning around, but is this kind of happiness real?She didn't want to look back, she didn't want to live such a life of deceiving and being deceived, and intrigues.

Her feet were so painful and numb, but she didn't want to stop. When the sky turned white, she was already exhausted. When she looked up at the sky, she felt the world was spinning, her legs gave way, and she fell down.

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I also don't like the kind of hero or heroine who dies, and another one looks the same as the hero or heroine.

(End of this chapter)