Lu Man left in the ambulance.
From Afar, she saw Mo Xiuyuan standing there in his black clothes. The wind was very strong.
His face was very pale.
The wind blew his wet clothes up and messed up his messy hair.
His eyes silently looked in the direction where Lu Man left. He looked at the ambulance. There was no emotion in his deep eyes.
He looked like a statue, not moving at all.
In the end, Lu Man’s tears fell.
She covered her face and burst into tears.
She did not know why she was so sad at this moment. Why did she feel so bad? !
Was it because of Yi Nuo? !
Or was it because of Mo Xiuyuan.
Or was it because of... Her miserable life.
She did not dare to face any news that would appear in the future. She did not dare to think about it. She did not dare to think about everything.
Mo Xiuyuan watched as the white ambulance gradually disappeared in front of him.
He leaned back a little.
The Secret Service police immediately went forward and supported him. “Commander.”
