She walked up to him in a hurry, reaching out to grab what he was holding in his hand.
The man raised his hand slightly, and she jumped away.
Wen Yi raised her hand to grab it, but she couldn't grab it better than Mo Shichen. She was not as tall as him, and her hands were not as long as him. As long as he stood and raised it casually, she could not reach it even if she stood on tiptoes and jumped.
Of course, she didn't jump either. Her face was red from running all the way up and her breathing was not calm. She said in a bad tone, "Mo Shichen, that's my thing, give it back to me."
Mo Shichen lowered his head and looked at her panting face in amusement, "Is this why you came here in such heavy rain?"
"give me back!"
The man said leisurely, "This is my thing."
"Who said it's yours? This is my study, and your study is next door."
"I know."
"Then you still won't give it to me?"
"The study is yours, but this letter is mine."
She couldn't grab it, so she didn't bother to reason, so she said arrogantly, "Mo Shichen, what I say is mine is mine!"
Mo Shichen laughed immediately and tutted, "What you say is yours is yours. You are really domineering."
Wen Yi, "..."
She looked at the man's leisurely posture, bit her lip before calming down, and said with a cold face, "You understand, after you die, as your spouse, I will be the heir to the inheritance. This manor is now in my name. This Everything inside is mine.<>”
Even if he regains his identity, many things still need to be completed. Although she is not interested in their family's manor, without her signature, the manor is still hers.
The man was calm and nodded, "The manor is yours. Every table, chair, tile, flower and tree here, including the dead grass outside, is also yours, but this letter is still mine." , because... it has my name written on it."
As he spoke, he turned over the envelope held high in his hand. On the simple white envelope, there was written on it with a black pen -
toeleven.
There were more than one letter. Next to the bookshelf he was leaning on, there was a whole box neatly stacked in a wooden box about the same size as the bookshelf.
He just happened to pull out an envelope, and when he saw the name on the envelope, the woman burst in with a stormy look.
Wen Yi pursed her lips and looked at him with wide eyes.
The curtains were not drawn, and a bolt of lightning suddenly lit up, and the peripheral light fell on her face, which looked white and terrifying, followed by an even more terrifying thunder.
Mo Shichen glanced at the letter in his hand, then turned his head and glanced at the wooden box. He looked down at the woman who was wet by the rain and had a watery look in the light. His already complicated eyes were filled with indescribable emotions. Darkly, he spoke in a low voice and slowly, "Are these the confession letters you once wrote to me?"
She said nothing.
The manor has a history of hundreds of years. Once time passes, it will become indescribably heavy and deep, especially if it has been unoccupied for a long time and its popularity is still very thin.
Even though the light was bright at this time, there was an indescribable deep silence. <>
The two just stared at each other for thirty seconds, or maybe a minute.
Wen Yi suddenly jumped over him and walked past him. She opened the window forcefully. The cold rain was blown in by the cold wind and easily wet her. She didn't say a word, turned around and walked back to him. Next to him, he struggled to pick up the wooden box.
Before Mo Shichen could react what she wanted to do, there was a clang, and hundreds of envelopes fell out like flowers scattered by a goddess. The wind blew them away, but they were quickly knocked down by the rain.
The rain was still falling heavily and the wind hadn't stopped. Mo Shichen took two long steps to her side and pulled her aside. His expression was no longer as leisurely as before, his outline was tight, and his fingers pinched her arm. It was all uncontrollable strength, just like the anger in the voice, "Wen Yi, what are you doing?"
Wen Yi didn't look at him, but looked sideways at the dark window, with wind and rain, thunder and lightning.
Those letters disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Thousands of **** nights, hundreds of secret thoughts, spanning a long time.
He hadn't seen it, and she had almost forgotten about it.
Once the words written in ink are completely soaked by water, even if the paper dries, those blurred words will no longer be legible.
The rain tonight came at the perfect time.
Seeing that she was silent, Mo Shichen lost his patience and shouted again, "Wen Yi!"
He couldn't tell the reason for his temper, which was already gathering in his body with the uncontrollable tendency to explode. Before she came, he didn't have any strong thoughts about these letters, or had to read them. idea.
But seeing them being destroyed before his eyes, his chest was filled with rage. <>
Especially when he looked at the half-wet hair and clothes of the woman in front of him, embarrassed and cold, the strength on his fingers lost control again and again.
Wen Yi had calmed down and looked up at him, "Even if it's yours, it's gone now." She stretched out her hand and broke open the man's fingers holding her arm. Her heart returned to calm, and she said calmly, "There is another letter. , you can watch it if you want, I’m going back.”
After that, she turned around and walked out the door.
She wanted to seize the remaining letter, maybe she could get it back, but she no longer had this idea.
Even she herself didn't know what was written in the letter he casually pulled out.
Maybe it's just—
The weather is nice, the mood is good, etc., a few insignificant words.
When Mo Shichen looked up again, the woman's figure had disappeared from the door.
As soon as the servant saw that the warm coix umbrella was not even held up, he was about to go out, and hurriedly followed her, "Madam, it's raining too hard outside, and it's thundering again. Why don't you stay here tonight."
"No."
The servant couldn't say much, so he could only say, "Then... then wait, I'll get you an umbrella."
From the time she went out here to the time she got back to the car, it was raining so heavily. She probably wouldn't have to walk even halfway to get soaked all over.
Wen Yi couldn't tell what she was feeling at this time, maybe she didn't feel anything at all, because her heart was indeed peaceful, she just didn't want to stay here, she just wanted to leave right away.
When the servant saw that she was about to leave in the rain, she called from behind, "Hey, madam..."
But before Wen Yi could walk into the rain, her arm was grabbed by a hand from behind, and she was easily pulled completely back from the door with a little force.
The opened door was slammed shut by the man's hand with a bang.
"Wen Yi, there's lightning, thunder, and heavy rain. Are you looking for death?"