The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

"I'm sorry, I was so selfish. I thought I could forget easily, but when he showed up again, I realized I had never really forgotten him. Some people are truly irreplaceable."

It's so cruel.

It was that simple apology that completely shattered all the hopes and possibilities in his heart.

Mo Lingqiu's eyes were full of loss, and he could hardly bear the sadness.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized how hard her heart was, harder than a stone.

But why was she so cruel to him alone?

Why wouldn't she lie to him, even a sweet lie?

Why couldn't she share some of her feelings for Ying Xiaojiu with him?

He doesn't ask for much, just a little is enough.

Just this little bit of liking was enough for him to love her and protect her with all his strength.

But why are you so stingy that you refuse to give him even this little bit of love?

At this moment, Mo Lingqiu was really desperate.

He had worked hard for so long, but at the moment when he thought he could finally impress her, she said lightly

"Never liked it",

Pushing him completely into the abyss.

Did he owe her in the last life?

Mo Lingqiu raised his hand to cover his eyes, his face pale.

He suddenly laughed and laughed at his sorrow.

He tried every means and bad thing to get a girl's love, but he did so much, but in the end he still couldn't compare to someone who had left.

After Feng Ling finished what she said, she obviously wanted to leave this place.

After all, she just rejected a man with less emotional mood, and no one knew what he would do next.

At this critical moment, it is crucial to maintain your own persona.

Feng Ling tried to stand up and took a few steps forward, but suddenly, she seemed to have lost all her strength.

Her knees weakened and she fell forward uncontrollably, about to fall to the ground.

Mo Lingqiu could only watch helplessly. He had originally made up his mind to stop caring about her affairs and wanted her to suffer some pain on her own so that she could understand how terrible her life would become without his care.

However, before his brain had time to think about what to do next, his body had already reacted.

Subconsciously, he stretched out his hands and held Feng Ling firmly in his arms.

Seeing her pale face, Mo Lingqiu's despair and sadness disappeared without a trace.

His eyes were only nervous and care.

Some people are just like that, they don't have to do anything, or even just show vulnerability and pity, for another person to go out of their way for them.

Mo Lingqiu directly picked her up and brought her back to the small courtyard.

On the way, he felt the warmth of her body.

Mo Lingqiu suddenly realized that she might have a fever. She was still cold before, but now she started to fever.

Mo Lingqiu was filled with anxiety. How could he not be worried?

Looking at Feng Ling's frail appearance, he understood that without his care, she might not be able to last long.

She is so fragile, I'm afraid it won't be long before even the grass on the grave will grow taller than her.

And she would only bully an honest person like him.

Mo Lingqiu carried her home quickly, sweat dripping from his forehead as he ran.

They finally made it back home before the raindrops fell.

Mo Lingqiu gently put the person in her arms on the bed, and immediately brought hot water to clean her wounds. Her face became paler and paler, and she never let go of the broken jade pendant in her hand.

After his patient comfort, she let go and the jade pendant was carefully removed.

He carefully bandaged her wounds.

Watching Feng Ling's face turn from red to white, her breathing getting weaker and weaker, and finally losing consciousness, she tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, murmuring Ying Xiaojiu's name,

"Xiaojiu, don't leave me..."

Mo Lingqiu's heart felt like it was being torn apart.

"hold me……"

"Can you hug me? Xiaojiu, I'm so cold..."

Hearing that she still called Ying Xiaojiu's name in a coma, Mo Lingqiu appeared in despair.

This despair lingered in his chest like maggots attached to his bones, almost suffocating him.

He took a deep breath, a look of self-deprecation in his eyes. Then, Mo Lingqiu hugged Feng Ling tightly into her arms and whispered comfort,

"I'm here, I'm holding you..."

Facing the sick and pitiful Feng Ling, Mo Lingqiu was helpless.

Her eyes closed, her cheeks were intoxicating, and her tears slipped like a broken pearl.

Her voice is disconnected and continued,

"You, how can you forget me? You once vowed to protect me throughout my life, but now I hurt me."

Mo Lingqiu felt bitter in her heart, maybe he came to this world just to repay her affection.

He reached out and stroked the hair on her lips, his voice was hoarse but full of comfort.

"I will help you teach him a lesson, as long as you get better soon. I will take you to see him and seek justice for you. This time, I am willing to do anything for you."

Mo Lingqiu's past life was only for survival, pursuing higher power and status, killing, competing for benefits, and living the life of the upper person.

As a killer, he didn't feel any tenderness, only coldness and cruelty.

He is worried about his life safety every day, and no one really cares about his feelings and life and death.

He was seriously injured and in a difficult situation. He originally thought that his life would be like other killers, either dying under the enemy's sword or shadow, or disappearing in obscurity in the secret room of the killer building.

However, her appearance changed everything.

He met her, this emotional person. He also longed to be loved and cherished.

From the moment she desperately fights to save him, their fates are inextricably linked.

He could never forget the way her eyes were red and filled with tears that day. Although her face was pale and her hands were trembling as she held the weapon, she never let go of his hand.

Her bravery and determination shocked and moved him, lighting up the depths of his soul like a dazzling ray of sunshine.

However, he knew that he could not replace Ying Xiaojiu's place in her heart.

In her heart, there is only the existence of Ying Xiaojiu. Everything he does will only make her more painful and sad.

He was like a mouse struggling in the gutter, abandoned by everyone, and could only secretly covet the bright moon in the night sky.

He longed to be redeemed, but in the end he hid alone in a dark corner to fend for himself.

If it hadn't been for his appearance, things might not have turned out so bad.

She can live a happy and happy life with Ying Xiaojiu.

However, there are no ifs in life, so he still made a choice.

He doesn't know how to love, he only knows how to fight.