Chapter 931 - Finale (3)
Chapter 931: Finale (3)
Morning.
5.30 am.
The prison guard asked Mu Donglin, “Your wife wishes to see you for the last time. Do you really not want to see her?”
As he said this, the prison guard himself found it rather unbearable and added, “If you don’t see her now, there won’t be another chance. When the time comes that you’re permanently separated, she’ll be heartbroken.”
Human hearts are made of flesh.
The prison guards had seen how devoted Lin Kerou was to Mu Donglin. Although they found it rather annoying at times, they knew very well what Mu Donglin’s situation was.
To be honest, it was very thoughtful of Lin Kerou to visit him every day, even though he could tell that this man did not love this woman very much.
The prison guard felt sorry for Lin Kerou. Having received Mu Donglin’s confirmation, he went out and asked the girl to leave.
After some thought, the prison guard said to her, “You’re pregnant. Even if you don’t feel sorry for yourself, you should feel sorry for the baby in your belly. He’s going to be executed soon. You’d better leave.”
After saying this, he dared not look at Lin Kerou’s expression and quickly turned around.
It was obvious how much Lin Kerou loved Mu Donglin. She would definitely not abort the child.
Hence, he could only persuade her to take care of herself.
Sigh!
Mu Donglin was sitting in a daze in his cell.
Ten minutes passed.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. The prison guard came in and said, “Your parents are here to see you.”
His parents.
Mu Donglin looked up and returned his gaze. “I don’t wish to see them.”
The prison guard glanced at him. “Your mother is about to die from crying. Are you really not going to see her?”
Wu Meiya’s elegant, refined, and tear-stained face appeared in Mu Donglin’s mind.
This mother of his would probably maintain her wealthy upper class wife image at all times.
And Dad?
Mu Che was not young by any means, and now that he had cancer, he would definitely look much older.
Perhaps, if he saw him, he’d tear up and cough violently while feeding him his last meal.
That would not be a good thing.
He was in too much of a sorry state.
It wasn’t a suitable final image for him to present to his parents.
Mu Donglin mockingly laughed at himself and answered, “No. I don’t wish to see them.”
The prison guard frowned with dissatisfaction and chided the man, “You’re really ruthless.”
Mu Donglin’s mocking smile deepened.
Was he ruthless?
There were many people who were a lot more ruthless than him.
The prison guard couldn’t be bothered to talk to him. Just as he turned around to leave, the man called out to stop him.
Mu Donglin asked, “Did Mu Xichen not leave me a message?”
The prison guard knew Mu Xichen. Hearing this, he smiled and replied sarcastically, “No.”
Refusing to give up, Mu Donglin asked again, “Then, besides my parents, no one else had come to see me?”
“Sure there was.” The prison guard looked up and sneered. “Your wife.”
Mu Donglin seemed to choke up as he watched the prison guard walk away.
The last ten minutes had been especially quiet.
When Mu Donglin was placed on the execution ground, he suddenly felt extremely disappointed.
Two cold and emotionless law-enforcement officers stood next to him, one on either side. Mu Donglin asked them softly, “Please don’t lie to me. Besides my parents and Kerou, has anyone else come to see me?”
No one answered.
Mu Donglin looked at the gun pointed at him and felt an indescribable pain in his heart.
She didn’t come.
She did not come to see him even for the last time.
He looked down the cold muzzle of the gun and closed his eyes.
The dream that had once been so real flashed through his mind scene by scene.
The moment the gunshot was heard, a thought flashed across Mu Donglin’s mind: If there was a next life, he would love her with all his heart.
He would love her more than Mu Xichen did.