The Canary that couldn't escape
Chapter 472 - 473: Mo Ran Vomits Blood 8

Chapter 472: Chapter 473: Mo Ran Vomits Blood 8

Mo Ran gave the blank card to Mo Yan, and Gu Yixuan didn’t even blink.

His face turned cold, and he said icily, "Take the money and get lost. Don’t ever appear before us again! And remember, we have given you the money, it was your choice!"

Mo Yan didn’t try to understand the meaning of his last sentence; her mind was already clouded by the money.

"Fine! I’ll leave now, right away!" she said eagerly, clutching the blank card and running off.

She couldn’t wait to leave, fearing that Mo Ran and Gu Yixuan might change their minds.

After Mo Yan left, Mo Ran’s eyes dimmed as she silently walked upstairs.

Gu Yixuan reached out to take her hand, but she shook him off, "I want some peace alone, don’t bother me."

Her tone was thick with a dead stillness that made Gu Yixuan’s heart shiver, and he didn’t stop her.

"Go on up, take a good rest," he said, knowing that Mo Ran needed to lick her wounds alone.

But it was okay, from now on, her world would no longer revolve around Mo Yan.

As long as her heart was void of Mo Yan, void of Tang Song.

He would then endeavor to fill her heart completely, making it only about him from then on.

Even if she held no place for him in her heart, it didn’t matter, as long as there was no one else. After all, besides him, no one else could occupy her heart.

Mo Ran went upstairs, and as soon as she closed the door, she hurriedly covered her chest, coughing up a large mouthful of blood.

In recent times, too much sorrow, too much pain, she had always suppressed it in her heart, never released.

The affair with Mo Yan had become a fuse, and her repressed emotions finally breached their dam.

She slid to the ground, coughing up another mouthful of blood.

The blood splattered on the white Persian rug, like a seductive blood-red mandala, oozing with the essence of death and eeriness.

Mo Ran glanced at it, her heart ashen.

What was left in her world?

She no longer had kinship, love, friendship.

She had nothing left.

In just half a month’s time, she lost her child, her "Eternal Love," her dearest person, the person she owed the most.

The whole world had left her; everyone had abandoned her, turning her into the loneliest, most sorrowful person in the world.

If she continued to live, what was the point?

Mo Ran slowly collapsed on the floor, feeling tremendous pain in her heart, as if every organ was in severe agony, so much that she could die right then and there.

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There’s one more Chapter that’s not finished; I will post it later.