The tie disturbed Ning An's mind, as if it was tightly tied to her heart, making her breathless.

She buried her head in her arms, her expression was dazed and silent. Her mind was sometimes like Song Shaoyan and sometimes like Mo Xiu.

"Impossible...Song Shaoyan has long been dead..." Ning An couldn't believe it.

Song Shaoyan had long been dead, and that scumbag man had long been dead.

What can a tie mean? Mo Xiu is Mo Xiu, Song Shaoyan is Song Shaoyan, and they are not the same person.

Ning An kept hypnotizing himself.

In a panic, her head hurts more and more, and she doesn't want to think about it anymore.

So what if Mo Xiu is Song Shaoyan, she can't have any involvement with Song Shaoyan anymore. If Song Shaoyan has a little conscience, he shouldn't disturb her peaceful life again.

No, Mo Xiu is not Song Shaoyan, Mo Xiu is Mo Xiu.

In a trance, Ning An remembered that day in the garden, she recited an English poem, and Mo Xiu skillfully took it.

No, it's all coincidences, it's all coincidences.

There is no such coincidence in this world. Song Shaoyan had long died in a mining accident in Africa.

Ning An couldn't stay in the Mo family for a moment, and she felt suffocated.

Mo Xiu is not Song Shaoyan. Although Mo Xiu has a bad temper, Mo Xiu will at least laugh with her, sit with her patiently, like to eat the dishes she cooks, and like to give her things.

Song Shaoyan is so proud that he will only sarcastically at her, look down on her, and not like her.

Song Shaoyan only had Gu Huiyin in his heart.

How could they be alone?

Ning An didn't want to explore again, she wanted to leave here.

After leaving here, everything has nothing to do with her. It’s like a dream. From then on, she still worked hard in New York and lived a stable life with her daughter.

She wanted to leave.

Ning An tore the letter he wrote to pieces, and she felt that she was a waste of time.

Mickey was still there at the bedside, and during the days when she couldn't see it, this Mickey had been sleeping with her.

She touched Mickey's head and did not take it away.

After a long silence, Ning An stood up and left.

Passing by the garden from her bedroom, she saw the colorful scenery as beautiful as a picturesque one.

It seemed that Mo Xiu was still sitting under the trunk of a tree in his wheelchair. When the wind blew, the petals fell into mud.

"Sister An An, where are you going?" Xiaoduo caught up with him, "Don't it meant that the genius left? Why are you leaving today? Call Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo doesn't know you are leaving yet."

"He is always looking forward to me leaving, and it will be the same whenever I leave."

"But Sister An'an... is reasonable, you should tell Mr. Mo." Xiao Duo said, "Actually, Mr. Mo is very good..."

Ning An couldn't move.

Yes, it should be told to him whether it is reasonable or not.

He saved her life.

Ning An was silent for a while: "I'll call him."

The Mohist home phone can only make a few phone calls, and Mo Xiu's number is one of them.

In a state of anxiety, the other end was connected, and the background sound was noisy, as if it was in a club.

"What's the matter?" Mo Xiu's low and dumb voice rang.

"It's me." Ning An paused, "Mr. Mo... are you back? If you don't come back... I'll leave tomorrow, call you... it's a farewell."
Chapter completed!