The room was very quiet.

Wen Ran answered Wen Jin's call and stopped talking, just staring blankly alone.

Mo Xiuchen hung up the phone and stared at her gently with his eyes, wanting to say something, but he was afraid that he would have the opposite effect. The atmosphere just now was already a little stiff.

Wen Ran expressed his determination with silence.

And he, with silence, told her his persistence.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

In the room, there was only the sound of newspapers flipping. The person who read the newspaper was not Wen Ran, but Mo Xiuchen. He looked through the newspapers in his hand one by one. The scandal on the first day, the clarification on the second day, the explanation on the third day, the fourth day, and the fifth day...

Finally, the evidence of Xiao Wenqing and Wu Tianyi was involved.

So many and so hard arrangements were useless in the end, and he really couldn't tell what it felt like.

He raised his eyes from the newspaper and looked at Wen Ran who was sitting there in a daze. Her beautiful and delicate face was shining with a layer of white color, her eyebrows and eyes drooped, and her red lips were pursed. I don’t know what he was thinking, but his slender body didn’t move, which made him hallucinate that she seemed to be just a lifeless doll.

He felt suffocated again, and he blurted out her name: "Ranran!"

Wen Ran's body shook slightly. After a second, she raised her cold little face and looked at him. There was no focus in her dark eyes for a moment, and her eyes paused on his face, slowly focusing on it.

Mo Xiuchen put down the newspaper, stood up, squatted down in front of her, and reached out to hold her hand. She wanted to avoid it, but he still held her hand.

He was squatting and looking straight at her sitting on the sofa. Her palms were so cold that he felt distressed. The strength of his holding her hand couldn't help but tighten, "Ranran, let's go home first."

Wen Ran couldn't pull out the hand he held, and was too lazy to struggle. He just avoided his gaze, looked down at the floor, and said lightly: "I'll wait for my brother to come and go home with him."

"Ranran!"

Mo Xiuchen's eyes ached, and his voice changed slightly.

She didn't even want to go home with him?

"Xiuchen, no matter whether you agree to divorce or not, I will never go back with you. If you don't want my love for you to be exhausted a little bit, and don't want us to be strangers in the end, don't be obsessed anymore, okay?"

Mo Xiuchen was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe. Her words were like a sharp knife, and one knife cut all into his heart.

He held her hand so tightly, so tightly that she was clearly in front of him. He could see and touch her. During his breath, her breath was full of her breath. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt that she was so far away from him.

It was so far away that he couldn't catch it.

The pain in his eyes became deeper and deeper, so deeper that he could not bear it. If she didn't love him from the beginning, he could just accept that he loved her, but she clearly loved him as much as he loved her.

But because he did not agree to her request, she wanted to take back her love for him and treat him as a stranger. Not to mention the rest of her life, he could not stand her alienation and indifference even for a while.

"Ranran, is there no other way?"

His eyes suddenly became wet again. It was said that men would not cry easily because they had not reached the sad place.

He has experienced so many sufferings since he was a child, and he has wandered around the gates of hell several times, never shed tears, but now, he can't control his tears.

As long as you think of her leaving him, the pain is more painful than digging your heart and bones.

His tone was tired and powerless, not to mention his usual pride, even stubbornness, and some were just humble that was low in the dust.

Wen Ran suddenly looked up, looked at the ceiling, her lips tightly pursed.

Mo Xiuchen looked at her and suddenly laughed, laughing sadly and sadly. He held her hand and loosened it little by little. The wetness in his eyes gathered little by little as his strength relaxed.

When his palms fell empty, tears rolled out of his eyes.

Wen Ran looked at the ceiling, not daring to look at him.

Mo Xiuchen stood up, stood in front of her with a tall body, staring at her from a high point, as if he wanted to remember her deeply in his heart.

Wen Ran's palms cooled down, and his heart also cooled down.

Even though he raised his face, tears still slid down the moment he let go, spreading his cheeks and sliding down. Finally, the bitter taste dripped into the corners of his mouth, spreading between his lips and teeth, and entering his heart...

There was another silence.

After a while, Mo Xiuchen opened his thin lips lightly, his voice was gentle and gentle, and he was full of love and heartache: "Ranran, I won't force you. You don't want to go home with me, and you will go home with Wen Jin or Akai in a while. If, three days later, you insist on divorce, I will promise you!"

At the end, he paused, his tone was much slower than before. It seemed that those few words had used all his strength before he could speak.

Wen Ran's heart suddenly suffocated, and his already pale little face even faded away the last trace of color. It was as white as paper!

Just now, when he refused, she felt distressed. At this moment, he agreed. Why did her heart hurt even more!

It seemed that she was about to be in a state of pain. Her fingers bent and her nails were deeply trapped into her flesh, trying to relieve the pain in her heart with her body. However, her nails pierced the palm of her palm, but the pain in her heart did not drop halves.

After Mo Xiuchen finished speaking, he turned around and strode towards the door, opened the door and went out.

The door closed, and the footsteps left...

Wen Ran's body, sitting on the sofa, suddenly slid down, slid on the cold floor, buried her face in her palm, and could no longer control her face, burst into tears.

In the corridor, Mo Xiuchen paused suddenly, his tall body stiffened, and slowly turned his head, looking at the door with his eyes fixedly.

In such a simple hotel, the doors of the room are not soundproofed. The warm and depressing crying came from the crack of the door, and it sounded into his ears. His heart suddenly seemed to be pulled by someone with countless thin ropes, getting tighter and more and more painful, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

However, he did not return. His tall body was frozen in the corridor. His deep eyes were fixedly looking at the door. A craze swept through his heart, passing through his nose, and instantly, it rushed into his eyes again, blurring his gaze in an instant.

Inside the door, Wen Ran cried heartbrokenly, as if all the grievances turned into tears and crying. Even she herself didn't know why she was so wronged. Yes, it was wronged, and she felt wronged because of Mo Xiuchen's departure.

It was clearly what she wanted to drive him away, but she was so aggrieved that she wanted to die because of his departure.
Chapter completed!