I Wish Mo All the Best

"Why did you lend me money, and why do your people call me sister-in-law? How scary I look, and you have to look elsewhere after just one sentence? Start answering the first question."

The contradiction between the two people has not been resolved, so asking people this now is obviously not a good choice.

Before entering the house, I thought I was just going to give the money back. I was a bitch and politely handed out a good guy card, trying not to get involved emotionally.

As a result, he stopped looking at her, and she was furious. His look really hurt people's self-esteem.

All we can do is be determined, persevere and adapt to changing circumstances.

She was struggling, and so was Yu Changmo. No, he was having difficulty.

That confession was stuck in my throat, but I couldn't say it out. My heartbeat was so fast that I felt like I was fainting.

Seeing that his breathing was not smooth, his forehead was sweating, and his hands were clenched into fists with bulging veins, Qianmo's brows condensed little by little.

His reaction was wrong.

A normal person shouldn't react like this when faced with this problem. If he likes her and wants to confess to her, he should be more nervous.

If he hated himself, he should be more disgusted with her being so aggressive.

Both of these reactions will lead to his current physiological changes. The standard for judging all these is——

Qianmo looked into his eyes intently. The key to all this was the pupils.

When people are in states of fear, tension, anger, love, etc., their pupils are dilated.

She shrinks when she is tired, tired and troubled. Qianmo looked into his eyes and became nervous herself. She could not accept that he hated her.

His eyes... were closed.

"Open your eyes and look at me," she commanded, like a queen.

He is stubborn and refuses to open up. This is his last bottom line, the last bit of dignity for a man with serious heart disease.

"If you don't look at me, I will never see you again." She intuitively knew that this matter was crucial.

The man who was pretentious and principled a second ago opened his eyes instantly when he heard her words. The last bit of dignity was not worth the words of his sweetheart. He felt sad for his powerless feelings.

The expressions that occur within a quarter cannot be hidden from her.

Pupils are dilated.

As a professional like her, his reaction shouldn't be unfamiliar or scary.

The atmosphere was frozen here, as if a century had passed before he opened his thirsty mouth and said with difficulty.

"you go."

He didn't want her to see his abnormality, and he didn't want the woman he had liked for so long to think he was a patient. Although his heart disease only affected her, in the eyes of outsiders, his reaction must be extremely cowardly.

Few people can understand the pain of mental illness. He would rather hide alone in the distance than see the disgust in her eyes.

That would be his fatal poison.

Yu Changmo lay down with his back to her and pulled the quilt over his head.

There will be no more love for the rest of my life...

He deserves to be sick for the rest of his life.

His grandfather is the world's leading authority on psychiatry, and his mother is the number one criminal psychologist in the country, but so many powerful experts cannot cure him. He is already a cripple and cannot give her happiness.

Not hearing the footsteps leaving, he opened his eyes in confusion.

When normal people see someone who looks like a lunatic like this, shouldn't they leave quickly?

When he opened his eyes, he saw her face. She was very close. Her hands were gently placed on his face, and her eyes were actually red.

"What happened to you? Who did something to you?"

How did he get the phobia? And it seemed to be a phobia against women, which Qianmo couldn't accept.

In her heart, he is so strong and capable, the best man in the world, but why does such an invincible being have such a fragile disease?

She knows! Her red eyes seemed to him to be pity, which almost stung him more than disgust.

"You see, I am a man with a mental illness. Yes, I am ill. I can't control my liking for you, nor can I control my fear when I get close. You can leave now, as far as you can go. No matter how far away you are, don’t let me see you, and don’t appear in my world, just go away!”

The whole world went cold.

What is the meaning of life.

He has the whole world but cannot have her, and yet he is so embarrassed in front of her.

Being liked by a sick man may make her feel sick, uncomfortable and unwell.

Her contemptuous eyes seemed to appear in his mind. After all, staying away from sick people was a reaction that every normal woman should have. What else did he not want to give up on?

You shouldn't come, you shouldn't have extravagant hopes.

Just hide and pay attention to her silently, why come here, why do you want to disgust her.

he just--

The man who had fallen into deep self-loathing used all the tricks he had never experienced in his life on her.

But he didn't expect the expected reaction. He opened his eyes again and saw her holding his hand. This action was amazing.

In fact, Qianmo had never been so proactive in her previous life.

She was always in a state of being protected and helped by him, passively enduring everything he gave her, but this seemingly irreversible distance changed after her rebirth.

"Tell me who did it."

Underneath the calm voice, there was a huge smell of gunpowder.

Anyone who knows Qianmo should know that the calmer, gentler, and peaceful she is, the more unhappy she is at the moment.

But now, her unhappiness has reached the limit.

Who dares to touch him?

What is this person's last name, where does he live, how much is his income, how many people live in his family, do he have any pets, where are his ancestral graves...

First, destroy the person, cut off the wealth, separate the family, give away the pet cats and dogs, and finally change the feng shui of the ancestral grave.

These are all a series of thoughts. After the hurt, there is no forgiveness. Anyone who dares to touch him will have to pay the price.

"It has nothing to do with you." He was confused by her weird reaction. A normal reaction shouldn't be disgust, disgusting or something like that. Where did the little flame of hatred on her face come from?

Even though she wasn't very loud, he could just tell that she was unhappy.

"I ask again, who did it."

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Qianmo pulled up the chair and sat opposite him in a standard leadership posture. She picked up an apple placed on the bedside and peeled the apple without haste.

Yu Changmo had never been afraid of anything in his life, except for the woman in front of him. He swallowed his saliva, inexplicably feeling that he was the apple in her hand.

"I once had a bad dream. That Lin Xiang made me unhappy, so I chopped him up."

Such violent words, said by her in such a gentle voice, coupled with her textbook-level apple-peeling posture, gave her a sense of violent aesthetics.

"I hate ink stains when I talk. I've asked twice, and once again——"

The knife with a cold light clicked and sank into the yellow and fragrant pulp. The juice splashed onto his hand, so cold that Yu Changmo sat upright reflexively.

"Tell me, who did it." She was gentle and gentle, and the years were quiet.

Responsibility-free Little Theater: Qianmo looked at the sky while holding her own persona. Life was so boring, and relationships were so boring. She just silently carried the cold persona given by the author and lived a lonely life. Queen...what the hell? Does anyone dare to touch the little black dog? Last name, name, who lives where, do they have pets... Let’s talk about character design after we’ve tortured this scumbag! Fuck the uncle’s persona!