The Emperor's Favorite: The Fourth Miss Ghost

It's because of her.

His tears obviously fell on the ground, absorbed by the soil, and could no longer be seen, but Mo Zhuyue felt that there was something in his heart, which was smeared by the scorching liquid and scalded, as if it was about to melt her.

"sorry."

It took a long time for Mo Zhuyue to utter this sentence with difficulty. She didn't know what else to say about Fei Mo.

"Ah……"

It was that contemptuous laughter again, but it was bitter and self-deprecating.

"Is it useful to say I'm sorry now?" Suddenly, Fei Mo turned his head, tears glistened in his amber eyes, but they were also scarlet and ugly: "He has already entered your heart, you have squeezed me out, you said , Saying sorry now, does it help?"

Mo Zhuyue was at a loss for words for a while, indeed, saying sorry now is too much and useless, but she can't say anything except sorry.

Now she has Long Canghao in her heart and only Long Canghao. This is a fact that no one can change.

To Feimo, she could only say sorry.

"Feimo, I'm sorry for you. If you feel uncomfortable or painful, you can come to me. Even if you kill me, I don't have any complaints, as long as you can feel better."

Mo Zhuyue has never felt guilty, but this feeling is like a heavy weight on her heart, making her breathless. Maybe, if Fei Mo kills her, she will feel better.

At least, she can no longer owe him anything.

"Kill you?" Feimo smiled suddenly, his beautiful face blooming with peerless elegance, but the pain in his eyes did not diminish at all: "Don't you know that killing you is worse than killing myself?" Do you want to suffer? Everything I do is for you, without you, what is the point of doing all this?"

kill her?

It was really easy to kill her, but she didn't know that, to kill her, he would rather kill himself.

For the past ten years, he has been suffering in pain every day, but he always thinks, soon, soon, as long as he gets the Ten Thousand Years Ice Pore, he can return to her, protect her, and give her love. She is happy.

He didn't want anything, he just wanted her to be by his side and say something softly to him.

"Feimo, you are so kind."

That is, this life is enough.

As long as she has a word, even if you give him the country and the whole world, he will not pay attention to it, because, from childhood to adulthood, only her words can give him endless power and make him feel free no regrets.

Ah……

But such no complaints and no regrets, in the end...

Wrong, wrong.

Maybe, he shouldn't have left at all, maybe, he was wrong at all.

Why, why is he leaving?

What Wannian Bingpo, he doesn't want it anymore, he doesn't want anything, but, he doesn't want anything, can he get him back?

Can he drive Long Canghao away from her heart and bring her back to him again?

Can?

Who can tell him, can he?

Ha ha... can't you?

Faced with such a helpless him, she will not soften her heart.Now, what can be changed?

Feimo looked at her hesitation and dullness in despair, he already knew the result, so he left in a dark way...

This time, Mo Zhuyue didn't have the courage to stop Feimo anymore, because she couldn't bear his heart-piercing, she seemed to be able to see his heart bleeding.

And the knife on his chest was inserted by her own hands.