Xing Tianmo, who should have been cared for by happiness in the palm of her hand, was not alive at the moment...

"Mo'er, then let me stay with you all the time."

Dongfang Bei decided that even if Xing Tianmo hated her, she would still accompany her shamelessly. She deserved to atone; moreover, she could not let go of such a friend who was unforgettable to her!

Xing Tianmo was speechless.

She doesn't feel whoever is by her side, and she doesn't care anymore. Promise will always be like the snow in winter, which melts as soon as it reaches her hands.

She will never believe this kind of thing again!

"Mo'er, have you had breakfast?" Cheng walked in and asked thoughtfully.

Xing Tianmo shook his head gently, trying hard to bring up a smile on his lips, but unfortunately he couldn't...

Cheng was the only person who was always by her side, and she was very touched, but at this moment, she couldn't smile at him, and she didn't have the courage to smile at him.

"Will it be cold?"

Xing Tianmo still shook her head. She was only wearing a lavender sweater, her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, her fair and stunning little face was very pale, her slightly purple eyes lacked the aura of the past, and her whole person faded away

A bit of arrogance, the kind of arrogance that looks down on everything without fear, a bit more calm as calm as still water, so weak that it seems like it will be blown away by the wind.

"I want to go out for a walk." Xing Tianmo said softly.

"I'll take you there." Cheng walked behind the wheelchair, replaced Dongfang Bei, and pushed Xing Tianmo out the door.

During this distance, she passed by Dongfang Bei, Dongfang Ying, Gong Luo, Zun Ye, and Xing Tianmo. Their empty eyes were always looking ahead. They seemed to be nothing to her, and she never glanced at them.

Dongfang Chu's heart was filled with pain. He would rather she hate him than ignore him and pretend that nothing happened!

When they came to a pavilion, the newspaper on the table was blown into Xing Tianmo's hands by the wind. Xing Tianmo slowly caught it and lowered his eyes.

The headline of the newspaper was: "The eldest lady of the Yue Clan, Yue Xuanling, and the eldest young master of the Yang Clan, Yang Hao, are holding a wedding today!"

Xing Tianmo was not interested in reading the newspaper, but for some reason her hand couldn't help but flip through the newspaper.

Another big headline came into view.

"The second young master of the Yue clan, Yue Xuanyi, and the British noble lady Ou Meng'er are engaged tomorrow!"

Xing Tianmo's hand felt cold and he couldn't help but touch the familiar face on the newspaper. He didn't know how he felt.

Does it hurt?

It doesn't hurt, it's probably so painful that I can't even feel it.

Xing Tianmo let go of the newspaper, and the newspaper gently floated out in the wind.

She actually... smiled?!

The self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth stung Cheng's heart!

"After all, I am a dispensable existence. No one will care about me..." Xing Tianmo's eyes gradually darkened.

"Mo'er! Listen to me."

Cheng squatted in front of Xing Tianmo and raised her face.

"You still have me, you still have us, you can't give up hope, you will live well, don't be knocked down, have you forgotten that you are the strongest?!"

Cheng Cheng's firm tone brought back Xing Tianmo's emotions.

"Mo'er..." came the Lord's deep voice.

"We don't allow you to give up your life, you have to live well!" Your Majesty looked at Xing Tianmo, he couldn't let this girl torture him like this anymore.

live?

How is she going to live?

"This is a worry-free medicine."
Chapter completed!