The voice was not small, and it was clearly for Hawthorne.
Moxinian slammed the door and left home.
Hawthorne was invited upstairs by his aunt and brought into the room.
That night, she tossed and turned in the room unable to sleep.
She couldn’t understand why brother Xinian refused to let go.
Obviously he knows his illness better than anyone else, but why does he want her?
Does he really not want his own future, nor the future of the Mo family?
How can she, Howard, how can she bear this love.
In the middle of the night, the pillow was wet with tears.
The door creaked and was pushed open from the outside.
Moxinian staggered in.
When he sat down by the bed, a smell of alcohol poured into Hawthorne’s nostrils.
Very heavy alcohol smell.
Brother Xi Nian, how much wine did you drink…
Soon, Moxinian hugged her tightly from behind, his voice almost begging.
“Don’t leave me, Wynn, I love you, I really Love you very much, don’t leave me.”
Howard’s tears fell silently like broken beads.
This is the year of moxie who is high above the ground.
He had never been so humble in front of others.
But now because of myself…
Howard felt that he was a disaster in moxinian’s life.
“How do you let me live, how…to live.”
Moxinian’s voice seemed a little choked up.
Howian knew that Moxinian must be drunk in this state.
How could the sober Moxinian say such things…
Howard could no longer suppress the grief in his heart, turned around and hugged him tightly.
Moxinian bowed his head and kissed her lips.
Howard responded without hesitation
In the morning, it was already bright.
Howard woke up from his sleep.