Chapter 1727 Want to Kill Herself

The pain of that night seemed to rush into his mind all at once.

Jun Mohan felt that all he saw was blood and flames.

That kind of red is the red of blood and the red of flame...

He felt himself in flames, burning.

Jun Mohan's heart suddenly fell into a feeling of pain.

But even so, he focused on Feng Sujin's emotions.

Seeing that something was wrong with Feng Sujin, he quickly took off the headset and walked towards the prison.

He is very worried about Feng Sujin's state now.

Feng Sujin pinched Nalan Caibo fiercely, really strangling her to death.

She was the one who made Jun Mohan suffer so much. She wanted to kill Nalan Caibo.

Feng Sujin imagined Jun Mohan's pain, tears welling up in her eyes.

How can you, how can you be so cruel to Jun Mohan, how old is he!

How old did he witness those?

How did he endure it, how did he grow up, grew up in an environment like the imperial capital, and then had to face his enemies!

How does he stay calm?

Feng Sujin felt that she didn't have such good concentration, she couldn't do it, she couldn't do it.

Her head is messed up now.

She couldn't imagine how Jun Mohan would face her with such a painful heart if she was really Hou Lihen's daughter.

How much should he love her, but what kind of torment does he have to endure?

Feng Sujin felt that at this moment, she herself was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe, and she was about to suffocate.

She felt like she was going crazy.

At this moment, she really had the idea of ​​killing herself.

Waiting marks?

If Hou Lihen was really her father, and she couldn't give up the blood relationship, she would dry up her blood.

She could also kill herself.

Feng Sujin felt a little numb because of the pain.

"bump!"

With a bang, at this moment, Jun Mohan slammed the door open.

He stepped forward and grabbed Feng Sujin.

But Feng Sujin pinched her hands tightly, pinching Nalan to pick glass.

Nalan Caibo's face turned purple and he was about to be strangled to death.

Looking at Feng Sujin like this, Jun Mohan felt distressed, "A Jin, A Jin, don't be like this, don't be like this, A Jin, think about me, think about me..."

Jun Mohan's voice poured into Feng Sujin's ears, Feng Sujin slowly turned around, and when he saw him, his body was hollowed out all of a sudden, and it softened weakly.

Jun Mohan hugged Feng Sujin and patted her on the back, "Good, good, it's okay, it's okay, don't let other people's words affect you, eh?"

There were tears in Feng Sujin's eyes.

She took a few deep breaths and said in a choked voice, "Mo Han, how old were you at that time, how painful it was for you, they all deserve to die, kill them, and I want to kill myself too."

"You are not Hou Lihen's daughter, no, remember, you are not."

"Blood...Bloodline..."

"Your father is Feng Yiyuan, no one else, and there is no evidence now, don't think about it."

Feng Sujin blinked with tears in her eyes, "Then...then there is evidence? How do you face me, how do you face me..."

Feng Sujin now wants to kill her own heart.

She loves Jun Mohan, and for Jun Mohan's sake, she can use a knife to herself.

"There is evidence, you are also my lover and my wife."

"Mo Han, how can you be so good!"

Having said this, Feng Sujin stretched out her hand and pressed it on Jun Mohan's heart, "How can you bring me warmth after so much pain here! I haven't loved you better yet."

Feng Sujin thought about the warmth and care that Jun Mohan gave her in the past, and she felt sore and astringent in her heart.