Sweetheart,Don't run away

Jing Hao takes a look at Mo Yanke before leaving, and finally goes out. Although he is not willing to leave them, he has no skills now.

Jinghao left, and the ward was quiet. Aimeng opened his eyes and looked at the man's back. It seemed that he was afraid. Since this happened that night, he seemed to have fear in his heart. He didn't dare to face him when he was alone.

Mo Yanke approached, then reached out and gently grasped her perfect right hand.

The man always feels that the image of AI is trembling as soon as she touches the man's body. Bite has been white lips, efforts to calm down.

Mo Yanke's heart, a sudden pain, he never thought that he would hurt her so much, just such a thing, can force her to this point, never thought that she would be so fragile, also did not think that, when she was desperate, she even thought of using this cruel way to solve himself, if he knew that she would do that, he thought of him I won't do anything like that.

"I'm sorry." This is not the first time to say sorry to Aimeng. I said it last time, but this time, it seems to be more serious.

Aimeng turned her head. She felt that she couldn't face him now. She wanted to get her hand back, but she had no strength. Just walked from the gate of death, the body naturally did not recover, bleeding face pale like a piece of paper has not written.

Seeing this, Mo Yanke knew that he had gone too far this time. When things got like this, he felt regretful and had no chance.

In fact, he was scared by her suicide. He did not expect that she would do such a thing when she was so cheerful. When he first met her, she was such a cheerful little girl. She was optimistic and loved to laugh. But the faster time passed, he would find that many things had changed. In the end, she seemed to change her character and become sentimental.

He admitted that he was impulsive. After so many days in the United States, he was busy dealing with those things and making himself not think about her. But as soon as he returned home, he still couldn't help looking for her. Only when he thought about her lying in other men's bed and staying in a villa with other men for so long, he would be burned to death by his jealousy.

Yesterday, Wang Jie said that Aimeng hadn't eaten for several days before. At that time, why didn't he observe her change? As long as he observed it a little, he might be softhearted. Now he really felt silly.

But he has always been steady. He has been in the United States for so many years. Even when he returns home, he doesn't feel that he is a kind of impetuous person. But every time he faces Aimeng, he finds that he is like a 17-year-old or 18-year-old boy, impulsive.

But now he still hurt her too much.

"Aimeng, from now on, I'll let you go. You'll live the life you want to live. I'll talk to the leaders of a university. You can continue to go back. In the future, we'll treat ourselves as if we don't know each other. Take good care of ourselves. Well, we'll live your life. You have your world. I won't stop you."

He let go of her hand, gently, as if just to account for a thing. Then he saw him get up, took out a box from his pocket and put it beside her bed, "I wanted to give you this thing for a long time, but I have never had a chance. Now it's just as if it's a gift for you to accompany me for so many months. In the future, we'll go our separate ways and we won't owe each other."

The man's back is still so resolute, the door of the ward was opened, closed that moment, it seems to really announce the end between them.

Once she wanted to escape countless times, but now this kind of thing really happened, she felt heartache, the heart of this position, now has pain to paralysis.

He left. This time he really left. He said that they would not owe each other. He said, AIMUN, from now on, I'll let you go. You live the life you want to live.

But is there any hope in her life? Without Mo Yanke, she jumps into another big pit. She also knows Jing Hao's identity and that he is not a good person. What's more, she knows that he is so devoted to himself because of something else. But can she still be like this.

She didn't want to hurt an innocent person.

I'd rather have my own pain.

But is there a better way now.

Mo Yanke said to leave, said to let go, then really let go.

When Kang Xiaole opened the door and went in, Aimeng was crying. He hurried over and put down the thermos box in his hand. "Mengmeng, what's wrong with you? How are you crying?" A burst of heartache in my heart.

This morning she learned from Shen Luo that her dream had awakened, so she couldn't wait to get something. She thought that she must be weak when she just woke up, but she just came in and saw that she was crying.

Tears like broken beads, some sobbing said, "Xiaole, we are over. We're really over. "

Even if it's ambiguous, she can still know the general meaning. She said that it's over. It should be between Mo Yanke and her, but it's just. Is this really good."Well, don't cry. Your body should not be emotional now. Come on, wipe your tears first. I have something you like to eat. You eat first. Your body is too weak."

After about 10 minutes, tears stopped, but still kept choking. "I don't have much appetite now. You can put it on." Maybe she still can't accept the fact. Maybe she knew for a long time that this kind of thing would happen one day. Maybe she thought about the worst outcome, but when it was really like this, she still couldn't stand it. Still feel the heart is painful.

Looking at Aimeng calmed down, Kang Xiaole said, "Mengmeng, is something happened? What do you mean we are over? Do you mean we are over with Mo Yanke?"

AIMUN could only nod. "From now on, he said, I can live the life I want, and that's the end between us."

"He really said that." Kang Xiaole doesn't understand. Mo Yanke gave her a blood transfusion last night, and he came here in a hurry. So why is attitude changing so fast today? What's going on. Even she doesn't know what's going on.

"Well, he left just before you came in." That's why she cried, just because of heartache.