Mo Yunhan's letter had already been sent that night.

Sensing that Ye Chusheng's soul flew away from the hall, his heart was like a heavy stone. I don't know why, a little ghast, and he seems to be harmless to Hua Yuruo, but his departure makes him a little uneasy.

If Hua Yu breaks the seal and destroys the barrier, I'm afraid she will lose a lot of blood.

There was a slight pain in my heart when I thought about it.

stood outside the room for a long time, but there was no figure of Hua Yuruo coming back.

She didn't leave, and she wouldn't leave so easily, and it wasn't easy to break the barrier in an instant to create a hole as big as her and escape.

Mo Yunhan stood in the courtyard until the sky was slightly bright, but Hua Yuruo also sat at the gate until the sky was slightly bright.

The dew soaked her clothes.

I may be full of remorse and entanglement in my heart, but it is also to no avail. Admitting her mistake, she didn't even have the courage to meet him.

Leaning against the wall tiredly, I fell asleep unconsciously, until I felt a piece of clothing fall off my body.

Fingers ran lightly over her cheeks, ruffling the dew-soaked and scattered hair.

Mo Yunhan picked up her face and gently took her into his arms.

Hua Yuruo only felt that she had found a warm embrace, but her dream was haunted by bad luck. All kinds of bad things, bad premonitions, are happening over and over again.

His body tightened uneasily, and his hands clenched into fists. Mo Yunhan could only hold her on his chest in distress, warm, maybe the best love she could give at this time.

Wake up the next morning with the sun shining on your face.

Hua Yuruo opened her eyes and rubbed her temples that were slightly painful. The clothes on her body were strange and familiar, not hers, but she recognized them at a glance. This breath, this style, besides his, who else will it be?

"Does Master forgive me......" Hua Yuruo sat up from the ground with her arms propped up, only to see that his clothes were slightly dusty by her.

"Master......" Hua Yuruo held her clothes and walked towards Mo Yunhan's room.

Mo Yunhan had already made a basin of warm hot water and placed it on the wooden basin rack on the side.

Hua Yu stepped forward in confusion, but saw that he didn't look at her much, but took the clothes from her hand, pulled her aside, gently folded her wide sleeves, and then carefully tucked them away.

It was as if the water was specially for her, like taking care of a child, carefully and carefully, but it made Hua Yuruo blush inexplicably embarrassed.

"I'll wash it myself" Hua Yuruo knew his intentions, carefully withdrew his hand and obediently put it in the basin.

There was something black on his hands, like he had just done some rough work. And the pimple and clotted blood clot on his wrist made him think that she had always been injured before, and she had always made herself so scarred.

I don't know why, right or wrong, I don't care anymore at this time. As long as she's good.

Hua Yu Ruo just wanted to scrub herself, but found that he was caught in the palm of his hand.

The water temperature is just right, and his movements are even more perfect.

Gently, warmly, cleanly washed, yet very comfortable. It's just that when you encounter a wound, there will be a little bit of stinging. It doesn't hurt in particular, maybe she's numb.

Mo Yunhan looked at the small and slender hands in his hands and couldn't help but smile slightly.

It seems that nothing matters, everything in the past doesn't matter, everything in the future doesn't matter, his world is only fixed in the present.