Nie Rong looked at Mu Baoer.

Mu Baoer's face was as pale as paper, and she was trembling all over.

Thinking of that dark room when I was 15 years old, fear, struggle, covering, innocence was destroyed, and the body was defiled...

The man she hated for so long who raped her turned out to be Ji Mo, it was him.

Mu Baoer looked at Ji Mo sadly, unable to even question him.

Hahaha... Her life is like a joke, how happy she is becomes a joke in the end.

Mu Baoer seemed to be crying and laughing, closed her eyes sadly, and collapsed to the ground.

Seeing her in such a situation, Ji Mo's heart throbbed violently. He only had a vague memory of that incident, and he never paid much attention to the wrong things he did when he was young.

How could she have imagined that all the fate between him and Bao'er was so unbearable at the beginning, and that night made her suffer so much for the past nine years.

He was also one of those who hurt her, and she would never forgive herself again.

Nie Rong looked at his expression as if struck by lightning ironically: "Ji Mo, it's very painful now. How does it feel to send your own son to death with your own hands? Do you think that you sent away someone else's son? But I didn't expect it to be your own. You have caused their mother and child to be miserable. Over the years, you have never taken care of your son and owed him a lot, but in the end you selfishly sacrificed him for your daughter. Ji Mo, you It was the executioner who killed Ling Kong."

Every sentence he said pierced Ji Mo's most painful place.

Ji Mo's lips were pale, and his body shook a few times, almost unable to bear such a huge upheaval.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was staring at the experiment door, his eyeballs almost split open.

He had never hated Nie Rong so much for doing such a cruel thing, but he had to admit that what Nie Rong said was right.

He made Bao'er and Ling Kong miserable, and he owed Ling Kong the most. He was his father, and he never took good care of him, let alone protected him. He sacrificed a child again and again to preserve his own happiness.

Sending his own son to die with his own hands, this is really good, it is the ugliest portrayal of him.

With a bang, Ji Mo slammed his fist hard on the experiment door, leaving deep bloodstains.

He didn't say anything, he didn't even say sorry, he didn't even say sorry to Mu Baoer, ignored anyone, he just stumbled out of the corridor and disappeared into the corridor of the laboratory.

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Mu Baoer stayed in the laboratory, she refused to leave, and kept sitting outside the door waiting.

Just like a real walking dead, motionless, the eyes are always empty and out of focus.

When she was given something to eat, she stuffed it into her mouth mechanically, but she would spit it out after eating. The only way to maintain her life was to inject nutrients.

The interior of the laboratory is closed, the lights are always on, there is no difference between day and night, and she does not sleep day and night.

Fengmu Weihai was there to take care of her, seeing her like a puppet, her heart ached, she understood that Bao'er had been hit hard in life, her psychological defenses were completely collapsed, and she couldn't cheer up again.

At this time, Bao'er needed Ji Mo very much, but after Ji Mo left, he never came again.

She knew that Ji Mo had also collapsed. No one could accept such a sudden reversal of tragedy. He must be full of guilt, which made him breathless.

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