Chapter 283: Be a servant for the rest of your life

Dongfang Mo was originally facing the window with his back to Mu Ru, but when he heard a "Dong" sound behind him, he quickly turned the wheelchair around, but it was already too late She saw Xi Muru's body swaying as she fell onto the apricot-colored Sofa

On her chest, there was a pair of scissors with a black handle. Fresh red blood flowed out from her chest, dyeing her red coat black, as beautiful as a black rose.

As for the apricot-colored Sofa, because she was leaning towards the SOFA, the blood dripped onto it. It was like a peach blossom dancing in the wind in March. It was extremely beautiful but lonely and beautiful... ...

The shocking black and glaring red were extremely similar to the Mandala flowers blooming on the road to the Netherworld. It was so beautiful that it made one's heart ache... ...

Dongfang Mo was almost completely stunned. He looked at the woman lying on the SOFA and thought about the question she had just asked, "you mean that if I die, our agreement will naturally expire? "

Why was he so confused all of a sudden? He even answered 'yes' ?

Wasn't he indirectly agreeing to let her die earlier?

He looked at the pair of scissors stuck in her chest. It was clearly stuck in Xi Muru's chest, but why did he suddenly have the illusion that the scissors were stuck in his heart? It was so painful that his heart seemed to have stopped beating It was so painful that he did not even have the strength to turn the wheelchair?

She actually stabbed the sharp scissors into his chest without any hesitation, and her slender and fair fingers were still tightly grasping the black handle of the scissors Bright red liquid flowed along the black handle of the scissors onto her fair fingers, and on the back of her hand

White wrapped around black, red dyed white, red, white, and black. The three extremely bright colors wrapped around each other and complemented each other. It was strangely harmonious, so beautiful that one could not take their eyes off it... ...

Dongfang Mo's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his hands almost instantly lost the ability to control his brain. No matter how hard he tried, he could not find the wheelchair's forward button.

In an instant, he suddenly felt that he had fallen into an extremely damp, dark, cold, and even a place that was filled with red, white, and Black Datura... ...

This place was so cold that there wasn't even a trace of warmth. And his sunlight, the red, white, and Black Datura that was in full bloom at this moment, was clearly the only sunlight in his life... ...

This woman, this woman who had been willing to follow him, this woman who had once been wholeheartedly good to him, when had her heart started to change?

When had she actually fallen in love with someone else? Now, he was only asking her to obediently return to his side once again. He was only lusting after the trace of warmth that she had given him. Yet, she had actually used such a method to tell him... ...

Without the warmth, even if there was, he would not be greedy... ...

Dongfang Mo's hands trembled as he pressed on the wheelchair a few times. However, the wheelchair was still unable to get past him. Hence, he gave up on the wheelchair and did not bother to disguise himself. He jumped up from the Wheelchair and rushed to the SOFA in two steps. He slowly squatted down Looking at the woman on the sofa whose chest was still bleeding, his eyes were filled with pain and sorrow.

"Mu Ru... Xi Muru... " he shouted in a trembling voice. He reached out his hand and instinctively wanted to carry her up. However..