quit love

Chapter 47 Mother
Behind me is a scorching gaze, like a thorn, piercing my chest. On the right chest, the softest place, a deep hole is pierced, empty, blown in by the wind, running around, surging.

Fragmented.

I must never forgive myself, really, really not.

In fact, I know who Chu Yao said to. He said that he hoped that the whole world would love her, but it was not enough.

I wrote one guest book after another and returned them one by one. However, the place where I wished was all blank, and nothing was left.

So what if I tell them, they won't understand, and they can't help me realize it.So it's useless, why waste ink, save worry and effort, wouldn't it be better?
"Pan Ya." My wandering thoughts were interrupted by 'Bai Mei', I looked up at her, and she pointed out the door.

I looked over, and in an instant, a huge wind came in, blowing everything into chaos.

I stood up and walked towards the black-clothed bodyguard at the door.What should come, will come, can't hide, can't escape, everything has to be faced.

I followed them. There were two big black cars parked on the playground. A bodyguard opened one of them. I got in and sat down.With the faint scent of perfume in the car, I calmly turned my head to look at the woman beside me, noble and beautiful like a hibiscus held up by water.The branches are blooming, not stained with dust.

She actually came in person!I did not expect.She is my mother after all, but she does too many things that I can't bear.

"Drive." She gently parted her lips.

"Wait." I stopped the driver in front, "Just say what you want here, I don't have time."

"Pan Ya." She looked at me, her beautiful face showed no signs of aging, "You have to go back."

"No!" I was firm and merciless, not giving her any leeway.

"What on earth do you want to do?" When she was angry, she could still maintain a calm tone. This is my mother, who gave birth to me and raised me, but never gave me the feeling of love.I never had that kind of deep plot in my heart, for my mother.On Mother's Day every year, I see my classmates buying flowers and gifts for their mothers, and I laugh it off.

(End of this chapter)