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

Chapter 50

    The huge pillars separated the two worlds inside and outside, and Yu Mo and Li Qingqing gradually walked away in the bright sunshine.

    And Shen Shuyu hid in a corner where the sun couldn't get in, just feeling the world crashed.

    She originally thought that Yu Mo was willing to help her move the classroom in the morning, but she didn't want to call Li Qingqing to tell her not to trouble herself where she couldn't see it.

    She is still so unwilling to have contact with herself.

    All the superficial harmony and occasional intimacy now seem to be Shen Shuyu's wishful thinking.

    Yu Mo just maintained the superficial friendship, and still didn't want to have too much contact with him in private.

    Shen Shuyu leaned against the cold and uneven red brick, and the cold breath permeated her thin body.

    In fact, she didn't expect that in just half a year, Yu Mo would let go of all the resentment towards her in the previous life, and calmly face herself in this life.

    She really lived up to too many murmurs that she didn't even realize her sincerity.

    Even though it was difficult, she still held Yu Mo's broken heart that was beaten by herself, piece by piece by herself.

    Day and night.

    But just when she thought she had already put together a corner.

    Yu Mo waved her hand, and once again ruthlessly and indifferently broke this corner.

    She even just waved her hand over and passed it through.

    Let Shen Shuyu realize that the piece in front of him is just her fantasy.

    Lowering his head, the place was still broken.

    She stood barefoot in this space, dripping with the broken blood.

    She is the one who makes her own.

    She deserves it.

    Shen Shuyu's five fingers were tightly clenched, and the long nails were kept smooth and pure white, as if they were about to be embedded in the flesh, and the palms of the pinched palms were white.

    Shen Shuyu tried to vent the powerlessness in his heart with such pain.

    But she found sadly that she didn't feel a trace of pain from the palm of her hand.

    The preparation bell rang in the teaching building not far away.

    A melodious reminder that it is time for Shen Shuyu.

    Shen Shuyu loosened his clenched fingers, and rubbed the wetness of his eyes with his fingertips.

    She knew she could no longer be sad and sorrowful here, she should go back to class.

    After the summer solstice, the sky gradually shortened, and the sun began to get off work in the last class of the afternoon.

    The sun at the end of the day was as bright as the back light, stinging Shen Shuyu's eyes along the way.

    She tried to calm her emotions and returned to the class in despair.

    The second year of high school is no better than the first year of high school, and the afternoon classes are not all self-study.