Chapter 483 (1/2)

Mo Chi Wei dreams of some strange fragments at night. He tries to see them clearly, but they are very vague.

Wake up from the dream, he opened his eyes, looking at the ceiling, chest, still faintly pan pain.

What did he dream of that would make him so miserable?

After closing his eyes and waiting for the pain in his chest to dissipate, he got out of bed.

Before dawn, he took the cigarette and lighter, stood on the balcony and began to puff.

Before long, the black figure came into his sight.

Tang Xinyan can't sleep. She takes the tools and trims the flowers in the flower bed.

Mo Chi Wei leaned against the white marble railing on the balcony and looked at the woman in the flower garden.

Although the veil covered her face, but her eyes, very serious, every flower, in her hands caress, like a rare treasure.

She squatted in front of one of the rainbow roses, raised her hand, stroked it gently, and sniffed again.

What a strange woman.

He was not interested in looking any more. Just as he was about to move his eyes, he found that she was crying.

A drop of tears fell on the rainbow rose, like thinking of something sad past, revealing a strong sadness on the body.

Mo Chi Wei's eyebrows were slightly frowning. Before he could make a reaction in his mind, his legs had already stridden out.

Only when he reached the living room did he stop.

What is he doing?

A servant cried. What's his business?

When his aunt worked as a servant here, she was occasionally taught to cry by him. Why didn't he care?

Turning around, he went back upstairs.

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