Vol 4 Chapter 734:

Su Ruyu turned his head and looked at Mo Jitian, calmly saying, "Mo Jitian, I don't blame you, however, we are done."
Mo Jitian snapped her hand suddenly, so powerful that she almost crushed her hand bone. Su Ruyu seemed to be unconscious, but she didn't respond, as if that hand was not her own.
Heartache has far exceeded the pain in the limbs.
"Impossible!" Mo Jitian gritted his teeth and spit out three words, his face sullen, he finished playing, how could he never allow her to say the end, Mo Motian clasped her shoulder, just turned around, "since not Blame me, why can't I be with me?"
Su Ruyu looked at him indifferently. How much she loved the man in front of her. I am afraid that only she knew that this blank twenty-year period was only a momentary thing in her life. Her feelings for Mo Jitian stayed completely in it. Love and hatred were entangled at the age of seventeen.
She loves this man as much as she hates this man. The love and hatred in the past was like a double-edged knife that cut her all over the body. Now that so many wounds have been dug up again, she cannot continue.
Flowery feelings, parents' death...
"Aside from the entanglement between you and our sister, it was the death of my parents at that time. I couldn't accept it for a while. Although I don't blame you all, Mochitian, you can't take off the responsibility." Su Ruyu said coldly.
"I did not expect……"
"Who can think of it? If everything in the world can be expected to have consequences, then nothing will happen that year, and I will hide far away when I know you." Su Ruyu stood up, did not rest for a long time, and suffered again With such a great stimulus, she was dizzy for a while, and her footsteps staggered several times. She almost fell, and Mo Motian's heart was tight.
"Su Ruyu, do you mean that you regret knowing me?" Mo Jitian stood up and asked with his teeth gritted.
Su Ruyu's heart is bleeding, do you regret it? She never regretted it, and loved it vigorously. After more than two decades, her family broke up and her family was ruined. This relationship made her have nothing, even pain and despair. She once wanted to die, and she never regretted it.
Falling in love with Mo Jitian and making him fall in love with her is the most proud thing in her life.
What can I do?
She can't bear it anymore.
"I tell you, we can't end!" Mo Jitian rushed in front of her, tightly holding Su Ruhua's shoulder, and his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, "I have lived in no one for more than twenty years. The life of ghosts and ghosts only lives on your imaginary image. I have endured so many years of despair and pain, waiting for you to come back and meet you again, either in the underworld or in the sun. Will let go, Su Ruyu, I tell you, if you have the ability to kill me, then all will be over, otherwise you will not come to mention it with me."
"I don't believe your heart is made of iron and stone, Su Ruyu, you tell me, you won't leave me, right?" Mo Jitian was crazy, shaking her shoulders frantically, seeking an answer.
He wanted a definite answer, a promise that she would not leave.
"Mo Jitian, I'm not in the mood to tell you this now, don't force me." Su Ruyu also angered, his eyes cold as a sword, but looked at Mo Jitian's sullen eyes, almost crazy face, Su Ruyu's My heart was cut inch by inch, and I couldn't help but red eyes, "Why would I meet you?"
This is a proposition that will never be answered.
"Your parents were almost vented when they died. Now you have the most difficult time facing Ruhua and that pair of children, right? You don't want to hurt your sister, you come to hurt me, Su Ruyu, you are ruthless enough!" Mo Chi Tian's voice almost popped out, as cold as a bullet, "She is so kind to you, why should she tolerate her."
"I do not have!"
"You lie, I know you better than yourself, Ruyu. In the past, for a Su Ruhua, you refused to marry me and insisted on waiting for her to come back. What happened? Waiting for her to hurt me now? Well, she is very important, I will kill her right now, I think you have any reason." Mo Jitian glanced past a bit of madness, throwing his hand away, and walking as fast as lightning towards the Moon Gate go with.
Su Ruyu was shocked, her figure moved, stopped in front of the Moon Gate, and slapped a hand on Mo Jitian's chest. She snapped, "Mo Mitian, you madman, calm me down a little bit?"
"Calm? What is calm? You know I haven't calmed down when I met you. That woman has kept us separated for so many years. Now you refuse to be with me for her. What is this? You care about yours Sisterhood, what am I? You dare to calm me down, and I will calm down when I kill her." Mo Jitian looked like a demon, and he just started with Su Ruyu.
After one round, after all, he would not hurt Su Ruyu. Su Ruyu slapped a little slower. "Are you crazy enough?"
"No!" Mo Jitian resolutely replied, "I have been crazy since the day you died. You have been crazy for more than 20 years. Do I still care about going crazy?"
Su Ruyu suddenly thought of his mental illness, like a heartache, and his hands tremble on her cheeks that were beaten red. Su Ruyu couldn't help crying, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Why, why did it become like this, ah ah..." Su Ruyu was in his arms, weeping out of control, screaming wildly, as if to vent her grievances and sufferings, and no longer suppress.
She really endured so hard, so hard, she kept telling herself not to cry. When she cried, she couldn't judge calmly, and she couldn't think about what to do in the future, but...who is going to pay for this pain.
"Yi Tian, ​​Ni Tian..." Su Ruyu's hands clasped his shoulders, the knuckles were almost white, the blue muscles on the back of the hand burst, Mo Motian was scared for a moment, hugged her falling body quickly, and tightened him tightly Holding her, let her cry in his arms wantonly.
For the first time, Su Ruyu cried in front of him in collapse. He didn't cry after the tragedy that year. When the child died, he didn't cry. He didn't cry when he wanted to die with him.
This tear has endured for more than two decades, and suppressed for more than two decades, she should vent her well.
Her tears wet his clothes, burned his heart, the pain was almost paralyzed, but it was so sharply carved on the bone...