Good evening, Lord Hades

On the floor of the kitchen, Mo liangye's slender fingers were cut off a piece of skin by the sharp blade, and the blood was pouring out.

Looking at the bloodstains dripping on the floor, I feel very bad.

In the end is once deeply loved, even if it has been broken, my heart can not be completely without feeling.

"Are you... Are you ok?" I asked without expression.

Ink cool night slightly a Zheng, turn round, looked at me one eye, should way: "fortunately, just cut off a small piece of skin, no big problem."

I slowly walked over, grabbed his hand and looked at it. Then I used a cotton swab dipped in alcohol to disinfect him and put on a band aid.

"I just heard that you... Are going to Korea?" The deep voice of Mo Liang night is like somniloquy.

I nodded, while bandaging his wound, while should say: "well, tired of staying here, want to go out for a walk."

"No matter, no matter." The cool night murmured to itself.

Maybe after a night of thinking, we are more restrained and calmer than we imagined.

After all, we are all adults. We all know that love is very important, but it is not the whole life.

Hurt, pain, we don't have to worry.

But in fact, only I know, and he said every word, almost exhausted all my strength.

I tried to bear the pain in my heart, and after dressing him up, I asked him out of the kitchen.

"You've cooked so many meals for me. Now it's my turn to cook the last one for you."

With that, I took his kitchen knife and began to work in the kitchen.

Mo liangye stares at my back for a long time. He seems to have something to say, but he doesn't say it. He sighs and goes out.

His sigh made my face as cold as a blunt knife.

I reached for it and found that I had shed tears all over my face.

Crystal tears drop after drop in the hot soup, rolling wantonly.

Maybe, after all, I still can't bear it.

But even if I can't give up, even if it's cramping, I have to leave here.

Only far away from where he is, can I really forget everything about him.

I can't forgive him for hiding from me, and I can't forgive him for what he did to grandma, so the only thing I can do is to leave.

About half an hour later, I took the prepared food out of the kitchen and asked the family to eat.

"Mom, have you made up with dad?" Guoguo asked expectantly.

I managed to smile and shake my head.

"Dad is so stupid that he can't even apologize to his mother. He's so stupid!" Warm warm and opened her all dislike ink cool night mode.

He not to utter a single word, but he watched the warm and warm fruit and make complaints about his fancy Tucao.

Perhaps, he also understands that I will not forgive him for such a thing.

Therefore, instead of putting down his identity and praying for my forgiveness, he would rather not explain anything and reply nothing.

"Mom, you have gone to Korea. What shall my sister and I do?" Guoguo murmured.

"Yes, mom, you're not going to leave me and my brother to this tasteless idiot dad, are you?" The warm Tucao mode can hardly make complaints about it.

I stretched out my hand and pinched my warm face and said, "don't say that about your father in the future. You should learn to respect your father. After all, he gave you and your brother life."

After being criticized by me, wennuan lowered her head and looked aggrieved: "however, my father is really stupid. My father made my mother run away from home..."

Well, look at the little girl's posture. It's impossible to leave her to the care of Mo liangye.

So, I had to look up to the ink cool night, light said: "the house and car, you give me, I will not take, but warm is still small, I want to take her with me."

"What about me? Mom, don't you want me? " Guoguo protested.

I reached out to touch Guoguo's head and said, "Guoguo, you are the little underworld. In the future, you will command the whole underworld. You must learn from your father."

"But, I don't want to give up my mother..." Guoguo said pitifully.

I bowed my head and gave him a kiss on the forehead, and said, "Mom doesn't want you either, but you are a man. You should learn to be strong. Mother promised you that she would come back to see you when she was free. "

Guoguo turned to look at me, and looked at the ink cool night, had to reluctantly agreed.

Later, I looked at Mo liangye and said faintly, "now the property and children have been distributed. Our marriage relationship has ended. The previous marriage letter..."

When I heard my words, Mo Liang night sent out my marriage book with him from the storage ring, and with a snap, the wedding book burned itself.

The red wedding letter is the beginning of me and him.

Where love begins, it dies.

At this moment, the so-called perfect couple, the marriage of two surnames, the so-called white headed appointment, and the alliance of mandarin ducks are all in the past.

From then on, he and I have nothing to do with each other.

As for Yuzhu and Wuding heaven and earth ring, I wanted to return them to him, but he refused to accept anything and told me to keep them for self-defense.

I have to take it for the time being and keep it for him.

In this way, my last meal in China has become a real dinner for me and Mo liangye.

Although it was a very sad thing, Mo liangye and I tried our best not to leave any bad impression on each other on the last night of separation.

There is no noise, no slander, there is only calm.

After dinner and washing the dishes, I went upstairs to pack.

After all, going to Korea this time may never come back, so there are a lot of things to bring.

To welcome the new life means to say goodbye to all the old things, including what happened in this bedroom, will disappear.

Looking at the room full of traces of my life together with Mo liangye, bursts of sadness filled my heart.

The night wind blowing in outside the window made my eyes astringent and even my chest blocked.

Unexpectedly, at this time, there was a knock at the door of the bedroom.

I bit my lips hard, forced back the obscure emotion in my heart, and then opened the door, only to see the tall figure of Mo liangye standing at the door.

His eyes were calm, with a trace of sadness. He didn't cry or laugh.

I didn't want to keep looking at him, so I turned around and was ready to pack.

Unexpectedly, with a hook in his hand, he pulled me into his arms and held me tightly.

I want to struggle to push him away.

His low and mellow voice sounded like a whisper in my ear: "take good care of yourself without me."

A few figures, but let my heart beat, tears rolling down