My wife has always been timid

Chapter 1613 Mo Shaoqian, I'm leaving

Seeing the dagger that had penetrated deeply into his flesh and blood, his fingertips were stiff, as if he had been frozen, and the blood flowed backwards in an instant, and he looked at the woman who stabbed the dagger into his shoulder in disbelief.

The woman's eyes were full of indifference, alienation, and the stranger seemed to be someone he didn't know.

"Ah Chun..."

His voice is hoarse.

He still didn't want to believe that she was willing to touch him, so he raised his trembling hands, and took hold of those little hands that were tightly clutching the dagger.

Her hands are so cold.

cooler than his.

A choke hit his throat, and tears blurred his vision uncontrollably.

Severe pain came from the place where the shoulder blade was stabbed, but it was not as good as the indifferent and unfeeling eyes he saw in her eyes at this moment. The indifference in her eyes seemed to hold his throat with a big hand, and penetrated into his heart. His beating heart was pulled out, and he couldn't breathe from the pain.

He suddenly stabbed the dagger in again forcefully, without even frowning.

The sharp dagger sank into the flesh, scarlet blood oozed out and smeared on his white shirt like a slowly blooming flower.

The woman's eyes finally changed.

She seemed to be stunned by his behavior, and a look of disbelief appeared in her eyes as she looked at him.

"Ah Chun..."

He spoke again, with a hint of begging in his hoarse voice.

"Mr. Mo, I apologize to you first."

She finally spoke up.

The voice is as light as the wind.

Mo Shaoqian's eyes were red, "Don't say it, don't say it, okay..."

"sorry."

She ignored his begging eyes, looked at his red eyes, and continued: "Before, I was wrong, I harmed you, I admit the evil I did, and I don't deny that I ruined your life. "

"No, it's not your fault..."

Mo Shaoqian held her hand tightly, his heart ached as if being held by a big hand.

He doesn't want to listen.

She didn't ruin his life, his life was nothing, but it was all his wishful thinking, if she hadn't awakened him, he would still be stuck in the fog and couldn't extricate himself.

"Let's not say whether it's okay or not..." He held her small face in his hands, rubbed her forehead, and kissed her haphazardly.

intention, to stop her.

The man's hoarse voice was full of tears, and the corners of his red eyes were stained with crystal tears, begging in a low voice not to abandon him like a child who has made a mistake.

Dai Xiaochun stared blankly at his humble and flattering appearance at the moment, her eyes felt warm, her cheeks felt itchy, tears broke through the line of defense without warning, and dripped down her chin.

But it was just tears.

Her gaze was still devoid of any emotion, extremely indifferent.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was weak and hoarse:

"I paid you back.

Mo Shaoqian, what I owe you, that life three years ago has already been repaid to you. "

repay?

How can you say repay?

The cold light poured on the woman's face through the window, Mo Shaoqian clearly saw a hint of hatred in the woman's eyes, and instantly recognized her feelings for him.

It turned out that she hated him.

No wonder, she didn't respond to their marriage from the beginning to the end.

He resisted the heavy mist in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Ah Chun, you know very well...I don't want your life..."

"Yes, what you want now is not my life, but what about before?"

In a word, Mo Shaoqian, who had finally summoned up his courage, was defeated at once.

Stared at by his despairing eyes, Dai Xiaochun did not change his face, and his dark deer eyes exuded a coldness that is thousands of miles away from others.

"Mo Shaoqian, I don't owe you anything."

she continued.

"You don't owe me anything.

You don't need to feel sorry for me, and you don't need to blame yourself, just wipe out your grievances, and from then on...we have nothing to do with each other. "

"Mo Shaoqian, I'm leaving."