That tie disturbed Ning An's mind, as if it was tightly strangling her heart, making her breathless.

She buried her head in her arms, her expression was dazed and silent, and her mind was filled with Song Shaoyan's appearance for a while, and Mo Xiu's appearance for a while.

"It's impossible...Song Shaoyan has died a long time ago..." Ning An couldn't believe it.

Song Shaoyan has been dead a long time ago, and that scumbag man has been dead a long time ago.

What can an identical tie mean? Mo Xiu is Mo Xiu, Song Shaoyan is Song Shaoyan, they are not the same person.

Ning An kept hypnotizing herself.

In a panic, her head hurt more and more, and she didn't want to think about it anymore.

So what if Mo Xiu is Song Shaoyan, she can no longer have anything to do with Song Shaoyan. As long as Song Shaoyan has a little bit of conscience, he should not disturb her peaceful life again.

No, Mo Xiu is not Song Shaoyan, Mo Xiu is Mo Xiu.

In a daze, Ning An remembered that day in the garden, she read an English poem, and Mo Xiu picked it up skillfully.

No, it's all a coincidence, it's all a coincidence.

There is no such coincidence in this world. Song Shaoyan died in a mining accident in Africa long ago.

Ning An couldn't stay in the Mo family for a moment, she felt suffocated.

Mo Xiu is not Song Shaoyan. Although Mo Xiu has a bad temper, at least Mo Xiu will smile with her, sit patiently with her, like to eat the dishes she cooks, and like to give her things.

But Song Shaoyan was so proud to the core that he would only sneer at her, look down on her, and not want to see her.

Song Shaoyan only has one woman in his heart: Gu Huiyin.

How could they be the same person?

Ning An doesn't want to explore anymore, she wants to leave here.

After leaving here, everything had nothing to do with her. It was like a dream. From then on, she was still working hard in New York and living peacefully with her daughter.

She wanted to leave.

Ning An tore the written letter into pieces. She felt that it was unnecessary.

The Mickey on the bedside was still there. During the days when she couldn't see her, it was Mickey who accompanied her to sleep.

She touched Mickey's head but didn't take him away.

After a long silence, Ning An stood up and left.

Passing by the garden from her bedroom, she saw the colorful scenery, which was beautiful and picturesque.

It seemed that Mo Xiu was still holding his wheelchair and sitting under the tree trunk. When the wind blew, the petals fell into mud.

"Sister An'an, where are you going?" Xiaoduo caught up, "Didn't I leave tomorrow? Why are you leaving today? Call Mr. Mo. Mr. Mo doesn't know you are leaving yet."

"He is always looking forward to my leaving, no matter when I leave."

"But Sister An An... You should tell Mr. Mo both emotionally and rationally." Xiao Duo was confused, "In fact, Mr. Mo is a very nice person..."

Ning'an couldn't move any further.

Yes, I should tell him both emotionally and rationally.

He saved her life.

Ning An was silent for a long time: "I'll call him."

The Mo family's landline can only make a few calls, and Mo Xiu's number is one of them.

In the midst of uneasiness, the other end picked up the call, and the background was noisy, as if it was in a club.

"What's the matter?" Mo Xiu's low and hoarse voice sounded.

"It's me." Ning An paused, "Mr. Mo...are you coming back? If not...I'll leave tomorrow. I'm calling you...to say goodbye."
Chapter completed!