Lucky to Have You Till the End

Tang Xinyan looked at the familiar and unfamiliar man in front of him. The blood in her body was like a surging ocean wave. After gathering together, it hit her heart severely.

The chest pained for a while as if it was about to split.

The wide pupils were filled with uncomfortable mist of water, but she had resisted it all the time.

Shell teeth clenched his lower lip, his thick, curly long eyelashes trembling fiercely.

Without deliberately lowering her voice, she asked him again in her normal voice, "It's really an irrelevant one, and it's the one who forgets me alone?"

Mo Chiwei thought of her father and of his close relatives who are separated from him by Yin and Yang. His handsome outline exudes a cold glow, and his thin lips coldly spit out a word, "Yes."

Tang Xinyan trembled unsteadily, her back pressed against the Liuli platform, she raised her head slightly, and forced back tears that were about to flow out of her eyes.

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be severely pinched by a hand.

She kept telling herself that it must not be what he said.

Before he lost his memory, his kindness to her and favor to her were true and indelible.

Perhaps, during that time, she broke his heart too much for his father's affairs, and he would forget her.

The current him is not the complete him. No matter how bad his words are, how hurt her heart is, she will bear it.

Closing her eyes, she tried to adjust her emotions, and when she looked at him again, her eyes returned to peace, "Are you afraid?"

Mo Chiwei narrowed his deep and sharp eyes, and a touch of sarcasm crossed his thin lips, "What are you afraid of? Don't waste your time anymore, clean up and leave here tomorrow."

Tang Xinyan looked at him indifferently and ruthlessly, her heart as if she had been severely plucked away with a sharp knife.

He is still the handsome and indifferent man in her impression, but, compared to before, there is less intimacy, and more cold and indifference that makes her unable to approach.

Looking at his indifferent and icy appearance, the tears that she finally forced back, blurred her entire eyes again.

The internal organs are all gripping tightly, and it hurts.

If he didn’t treat her well before, she really didn’t know if she would panic and run away——

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes moistened with tears, and she trembled like a wounded butterfly.

She didn't open her eyes to look at him until she stabilized her emotions again.

"Dare to give me a month?"

Mo Chiwei frowned slightly, "What?"

"Let me stay by your side for a month, and I will make you fall in love with me again."

Between his thin lips, there was a cold sneer, "Impossible." It is impossible for him to fall in love with the daughter of the enemy who killed his relative.

No longer giving her a chance to speak, he turned around and left coldly.

Tang Xinyan's hands hung beside him tightly into fists, and the blue veins on the back of his hands jumped suddenly.

A few seconds later, she chased him out and saw him walking upstairs, emotionally out of control, and asked in a loud voice, "Are you afraid? Are you afraid of falling in love with me, it must be like this, you can't fool me!"

Mo Chiwei's footsteps, a meal.

The contours of his face were so tight that he looked so gloomy that it dripped water.

Tang Xinyan thought he would turn his head and say something to her, but he didn't expect that he would only pause for a few seconds before continuing to walk forward without looking back.

After a while, she heard the sound of the study door being slammed.

Tang Xinyan's soul seemed to be shaken out by the huge noise.