Wrong love: the first is best not to meet

Chapter 76

Ming Jue sighed, put the phone in his pocket, leaned his head back heavily, and then there was a dull voice.Low, muffled voice.It is very similar to the feeling in my heart at this moment.

Gu Xicheng.Mo Xuan.

Some people say that there is never a right choice between brotherhood and love, so, Gu Xicheng, for you, is it the same between the past and the present, between Xiao Han and Mo Xuan, there is never a right choice.

My heart is stuffy, and I feel like I can't breathe.

How brave do you have to be to be stubborn and persist in a hopeless marriage for three years?Mo Xuan once said that she would try to find the strength to make herself happy, but he never saw her truly happy.


Standing up straight, Ming Jue walked towards the operating room.

Nangong Jiyan still sat there straight, his eyes never leaving the door of the operating room.The red light of the operating room kept shining on his face, and his face was hidden in a whole black shadow.When the light shone on his face, his eyes seemed to turn red.

He just sat there motionless, like a dummy, from beginning to end.


Ming Jue sat down on the chair opposite him, buried his face in his hands, no one could see his expression at the moment.Seeing the ground through his fingers, he remembered Mo Xuan saying to himself, I don't blame him, I'm very happy, he was finally able to bravely pursue the happiness he wanted, and he was happier than anything else.

At that time, her face was pretending to be calm, but in her eyes, she could not hide her fragility and loneliness.


I do not know how long it has been.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside that Ming Jue raised his head and looked at Gu Xicheng who was walking towards him, with worry and panic that couldn't be concealed on his usual gentle face.

"How is it?" He grabbed Ming Jue's shoulders and asked almost out of control.The strength in his hands is amazing.

Ming Jue looked at the rare emotion on that beautiful face, suppressed his voice and said, "We are still being rescued."

He raised his head and looked at the closed door of the operation and the flickering black lights in the industry, his heart sank, and the stone that was originally pressed in his heart seemed to be heavier.


And Nangong Jiyan sat there motionless as if he didn't see him.He who was originally cold, now looked helpless on his face.

It exists like a tight string.

The oppressive space was surrounded by deathly silence, and no one spoke.Even the sound of breathing seems to be heard.


It wasn't until the door of the operating room opened that Nangong Jiyan stood up abruptly, looked at the doctor in a white coat, and asked anxiously, "How is she? Are you okay?"

The doctor took off the mask, "The operation basically went smoothly, but the patient's survival awareness is very weak. Next, it's up to her."

Nangong Jiyan glanced at the doctor blankly, then opened the door and walked gently into the operating room.


Mo Xuan was lying on the hospital bed, her face was pale, and there was no trace of blood on her lips.She was wearing an oxygen mask, her eyes were closed, and she lay there motionless.The breathing was very slow, and the chest only rose and fell slowly.The faint curve on the creed instrument makes people panic.

He squatted down slowly, held her hand, and whispered in a hoarse voice: "Mo Xuan, you must wake up. I won't let you give up. You are obedient, okay?"

A fragile voice almost begging.



(End of this chapter)