Chapter 2 Let's Divorce

Because she also smelled a perfume that belongs to women on him...

"I'm here, how have you been recently?" Hao Yansen stood by the bed and stared at her, speaking in a low voice, as if asking a stranger he was most familiar with.

Mo Yun also raised his eyes and looked at him with calm and emotionless eyes, "I'm fine, and my days are finally getting fewer and fewer."

Hao Yansen's dark pupils flickered for a moment, then he slowly sat on the edge of the bed with a smile: "Tell you the good news, the transplantable heart has finally been found. The doctors are very happy, saying it is a miracle, and they will also Arrange your surgery as soon as possible so you won't..."

"No need." Mo Yun interrupted him suddenly and firmly, his tone did not fluctuate at all, "I don't know how to transplant, that's all, I'm not interested in living another day. Besides, after the transplant, it's just a few more years of breathlessness."

She knows her own body best.

Ordinary people don't necessarily live a few more years with a heart transplant, let alone her body that has been eroded by poison.

So transplanting a heart is superfluous, and she has no nostalgia for this world.

Mo Yun's words were very firm, and there was no trace of anger. She really didn't want to live.

To live is a torture for her, and death is a relief.

Hao Yansen was blocked by her reaction for a while and couldn't say a word.

After a long time, he said solemnly: "Don't you want to live a real life, without any pain and grudges, that is purely your own life?"

His sudden words, like a trace of fire, suddenly flashed across Mo Yun's heart.

There seemed to be a crack in Mo Yun's dark and dead eyes...

"Mo Yun, you haven't lived the life you want in your life." Hao Yansen's voice continued to sound low.

Mo Yun's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Yes, she hasn't had a really happy day in her life.

I haven't lived a day that truly belongs to me, the purest day...

"So you can't lose this opportunity." Hao Yansen's slender and powerful hands couldn't help grasping her only bones. Mo Yun suddenly retracted like a needle, and a look of determination flashed in the originally dull eyes.

"Let's get a divorce," she said suddenly.

Hao Yansen's hands suddenly solidified in mid-air, and his black eyes also seemed to be frozen.

Mo Yun looked at him lightly, without any explanation, "I will live the life I want, but it's just me."

I'm the only one, my life, I don't need anyone anymore, including you...

Hao Yansen suddenly understood what she meant.

A complex light flashed in his eyes quickly. I don't know if it was Mo Yun's illusion, but he seemed a little relieved.

Sure enough, he had long wanted to get rid of her...

"Okay..." Hao Yansen didn't ask much, his voice was slightly hoarse, "I respect your wishes."

Then he stood up, stared at her silently for a few seconds, and left with only two words.

"Take care," he said.

Mo Yun didn't look up, and she didn't look up either until he left.

There was no emotion on her face, but Xiao Mo, who had been lying quietly beside the bed, was staring at her sadly...

...

After Hao Yansen left, he never appeared again.

Because Mo Yun's body couldn't be delayed any longer, and the heart was preserved for a very short time, the operation must be arranged as soon as possible.