Mo Shao's wife is super sweet

Chapter 885 It's been a month and five days since he left her...

Standing there, the full moon is close at hand, lowering your head, you can overlook the entire royal city.

The cold wind of the night lifted the strands of hair on his forehead, his dark eyes were devoid of emotion, and his expression was cold and devoid of vitality.

It's been a month and five days since he left her...

Is she still crying?
Or search aimlessly for...

A gleam of longing flashed across Mo Fei's dark eyes, and he made his little milk cat cry...

……

same night.

Su Weiliang woke up from her sleep, looked down at the baby in her arms, Mo Xunuo slept soundly, the fat and beautiful little one was nestled in her arms, full of the smell of dependence.

Su Weiliang suddenly felt distressed.

She hugged Mo Xunuo, wrapped her tightly in a blanket, and walked out of the room.

There are a few warm yellow street lamps in the garden, swarms of fireflies fly by, the warm light is dotted, and the flowers bloom quietly in the dark night.

Su Weiliang walked to the swing and sat down, looked up at the moonlight above her head, and missed the man she loved so much.

He is so beautiful, so kind, so gentle...

The dark night can wake up the fragility and loneliness in the heart, especially when you are alone. Once you lose sleep, this night is doomed to be sad.

Su Weiliang hugged Mo Xunuo tightly in his arms, looked at the full moon in the sky, and suddenly remembered that blurry night many years ago, the quiet forest, the rolling waves, the man's cool and vicissitudes of life...

Then she started singing.

The beautiful song seems to come from the depths of heaven, the Sanskrit sound that does not belong to the world, cleanses the soul, makes the dead rest in peace, and the living yearns for it.

Crowds of fireflies flew from all directions, illuminating the whole garden as if it were daytime, and the flower buds around were blooming one by one, and the fragrance of the flowers filled the air, making the night extremely quiet.

Not even a whiff of wind.

Mo Xunuo in Su Weiliang's arms, slept more peacefully, and there was a faint smile on the corners of her pink lips.

The sound of opening the window came intermittently. Looking at the scene in the garden that only appeared in fairy tales, everyone was stunned.

Su Huanyan stood in front of the window, fascinated by the sound, and forgot the passage of time. She just felt that the voiceless sound seemed to be able to penetrate deep into the soul of a person, washing away those wounds, the pain of burial, and the fear of the unknown... almost washing away .

There is only warmth wrapped around the heart...

very warm……

So warm it makes me want to cry.

In that singing voice, someone has spent their whole life working hard, following, the taste of happiness.

Everyone didn't move, just listened quietly, forgetting everything, just immersed in the beauty of this moment, unable to extricate themselves.

Sweet singing echoes in the night...

I don't know how long it took, but the singing disappeared.

The fireflies gradually dispersed, the flowers bloomed in full swing, and Su Weiliang could no longer be seen on the swing downstairs.

Then, the wind picked up, and the night became quiet again.

"I didn't expect to have a chance to hear..." Mo Xiaoxi's face was full of nostalgia, but also a little complicated.

Su Huanyan asked, "What song is this?"

After she finished listening, she couldn't remember anything at all, but she remembered it was very beautiful, very nice...

"I don't know," Mo Xiaoxi shook her head, "According to VV herself, she was kidnapped when she was a child and met a very beautiful man. This man taught her to sing this song, but she doesn't remember the details. "

"Wei Liang sings often?"

Mo Xiaoxi stretched out two fingers, "This is the second time."

(End of this chapter)