In the seventh year that Lin Qinghuan and Mo Dashen were together, the glue-like passion finally disappeared. Although Lin Qinghuan tried his best to find the original feeling, it was like grabbing a handful of sand and leaving nothing behind. The seven years had only left him with the fear of being lost. He never He was with her from the time when he was idle to when he became famous. How could he not have feelings, but recently he always felt something was wrong. The two of them had more and more quarrels, and the copying became more and more fierce. He always felt that this relationship was suffocating him, so he made a decision.
Lin Qinghuan stirred the coffee in his hand. He couldn't think clearly about what Fang Ming said, and he didn't bother to think about it. He said calmly, "Let's split up."
After finishing speaking, Mo Yuan showed no expression. He was no longer in a hurry to let Lin Qinghuan open the box containing the ring and raised his eyes. Lin Qinghuan looked into his cold eyes that she had never seen before and wanted to cry, but she held it back. Mo Yuan asked, "Do you know what you are talking about?"
Lin Qinghuan nodded, "Of course I know."
Mo Yuan just played with one of his fingers in his hand, as if he finally figured it out, and smiled sadly, "I still don't believe it when others say it, but now I understand, you have fallen in love with someone else," his voice was very seductive, "Who is it, tell me, tell me."
Lin Qinghuan was stunned, and Mo Yuan held up his fingers, smiling so hard that his whole face almost twisted, but he gritted his teeth and said, "Then, I will kill him."