There is something wrong with my Omega ex-wife [GL] [MTL]

Chapter 119

    Dark clouds gathered in the night sky of City A, the sky seemed to have been stabbed with a big hole, and the rain poured down on the ground.

    Electric lights flickered in the dark sky, bright and dark, illuminating half of Yu Mo's bedroom.

    "Boom!" The thunder sounded from far to near, first faintly dull, and then bursting into Yu Mo's heart with destructive forces.

    Yu Mo took a breath and suddenly woke up from the nightmare.

    She has never been a person who would be frightened by a thunderstorm, but now she clearly felt the restless beating of her chest with a thumping heartbeat.

    Yu Mo stared at the dark room, even though the air-conditioning cold wind was blowing in the sultry heat caused by the rainstorm, her forehead and back were still covered with a thin layer of sweat.

    She had just had a nightmare.

    I dreamed that at the wedding of Feng Ruoyu and Zhou Qin that day, I didn't block the knife for Shen Shuyu.

    Her eyes were flushed, and she looked at Shen Shuyu bitterly, like a butterfly with its wings broken, slumped at her feet.

    The blood flowed from Shen Shuyu's white neck, dyed the green grass, and also dyed her delicate skirt.

    This was the first time Yu Mo looked at Shen Shuyu condescendingly.

    She watched her fall to the ground, covered with blood, and stretched out her beautiful hand with all her strength.

    The Yu Mo in the last second dream was still like a rock, full of hatred.

    The moment of self-consciousness was restored, but he felt like a knife cut through his heart and regretted it.

    Yu Mo stepped on the lawn wet with blood, regardless of whether the skirt was stained with blood, knelt beside Shen Shuyu, and hugged her in his arms, with both hands weakly blocking the wound on her neck.

    She leaned to Shen Shuyu's mouth, wanting to hear what she was going to say to herself.

    But Shen Shuyu's torn throat couldn't make a coherent sound, and the cold was no longer, and it was dumb like a broken bellows that was pulled.

    Yu Mo felt that her heart was cut apart from her split sentence.

    She regretted it, and she wanted to let Shen Shuyu survive.

    But even if she cried out "No, don't...", blood still poured out from the wound on Shen Shuyu's neck, like endless, dyeing her hands bright red.

    A few teardrops rolled down Yu Mo's eyes.

    The dream is too real, as if this is the real memory of her before death.

    Yu Mo, who had recovered his eyesight, stared at the ceiling blankly.

    Until she struggled out of the nightmare, she didn't hear clearly what Shen Shuyu wanted to say to herself.

    What does she want to say? Do you want to pray that you don't forget her?

    Still want to tell yourself that you are not like that?

    Yu Mo was very disturbed, and she touched the phone lying beside the bed.

    The bright light from the phone screen illuminates her shocked face.

    It was already 4:30 in the morning, and the sky that should have been faint in the morning was completely dark.

    Anxiously, Yu Mo clicked into the chat box between her and Shen Shuyu, and he suddenly felt a bit in his heart.