Since then, Han Moyu has become indifferent when he sees Fu Changyu. "Le" Wen "Xiao" said|Between the two people, it seems to be separated by a wall. Such indifference is due to the two people's own thoughts. Han Moyu felt embarrassed because of that incident; However, whenever I think of Murong Huang's words and want to love, I have to throw away my face and reserve, and I have to be like a moth to a fire, with such a determination without hesitation, I feel that everything doesn't matter.

If the heavens can favor him, as long as Fu Chang Yuken takes one step, Han Mo Yu can take ninety-nine steps. However, this is like playing chess, Han Moyu has already taken the most difficult first step, but he saw that Fu Changyu had no intention of playing chess with her. So, how dare she take so many steps rashly?

Fu Changyu's indifference, but he wanted to distance them as much as possible, because he wanted to protect the child; That kind of fate, it would be good for him to bear it alone, he didn't want Han Moyu to step into this whirlpool and not be able to withdraw. The child was too young to know what love was, and he didn't know what he wanted. Therefore, he could not play that kind of game with the child.

Because, the child, will never take the game seriously, but he will be long. He was afraid to get it because he was afraid to lose it. Whenever he closed his eyes and thought of the aura that came out of Han Moyu's body, he would tremble. That child, who was so simply in love with him, had no idea that the person she was in love with might one day kill her. So, such a Fu Changyu turned into a twist, and turned that love into indifference, and even hurt.

Fu Changyu deliberately snubbed Han Mo and mocked her, with an unstoppable look on his face; He wouldn't even let Han Moyu touch his sleeve, as if he had been touched by something dirty. Han Mo Yu was shocked and sad at first; Then came the anger, and after the rage, it turned into numbness, like the walking dead, and lost its soul. In this way, Fu Changyu's indifferent sword cut Han Moyu's heart in half, and also cut his own heart in half.

often stared at the back of Han Moyu, unable to speak for a long time, and was oppressed by heavy boredom in his heart. That's fine. He would smile slightly. In this way, the child will hate me, hate me for a long time; Until, this hatred slowly fades with the passage of time, and at that time, Han Moyu will forget me, completely forget me......

"Your Highness, why are you doing this......" That day, when Fu Changyu stared at Han Moyu, the guards beside him asked.

"Huh. You don't understand...... It's better if you don't understand...... Let's go......" Fu Changyu smiled indifferently, turned around and walked forward. Don't, don't let that child become a moth to the fire, don't pull that child into an abyss out of which he can't climb out, don't drive that child to a precipice with no way out.

Don't have this love in your heart, don't say it, don't move, don't look at him again. You can't give that child a little response, you can't be nice to that child, you can never let that child see through your heart, you can only say cold words like this, hurting that child.

Fu Changyu actually felt a deep sadness welling up in his heart. The cold wind blew on his face, as if it wanted to tear him apart little by little. Mirror Soul said that the cold ink language was the incarnation of the immortal body, and even if the ice blade was inserted into her chest, she would not die. However, can this make him stab Han Moyu with peace of mind? No, he can't do it.

And Han Moyu gradually became indifferent, and the handsome and immature face accumulated frost that would not melt for thousands of years, and she looked like her father, General Han Yujue, in her gestures. She didn't smile like that, she just used a pair of eyes to silently capture Fu Changyu's figure.

She felt like the puppeteer, unable to speak, unable to move, unable to let people know what she was thinking. She hid far away in a dark corner, staring at the man with a pierced heart. And that person, who responded to Han Moyu, also had the same cold expression.

Han Moyu felt that he had nothing left, and the only freedom left was to look with his eyes, even if he was hurt like that, even if his heart was like a knife, he wanted to look at that person. I want to capture the figure of that person with my eyes and imprint it in my mind; I want to kiss that person with my eyes, hug that person, and not be rejected like that. Maybe it's also a sinful thing.

Seeing with your eyes and thinking with your heart, no one can stop it. As long as you can look at him like this, even if it is far away, and not be noticed by him, it doesn't matter; Even if he is disgusted, hated, and despised, it doesn't matter. Because, from then on, her joys, sorrows and sorrows were no longer written on her face, and a heart full of scars was rewrapped and laid with a lot of defenses; It was then covered with a thick layer of snow. From now on, no one can see through this heart, because it has been buried by indifference.

The peach blossoms have fallen, and in the still water lake, the lotus flowers have not yet grown, but the new oval leaves of the tender green have grown, like the tender green petals, one by one, layer upon layer, like the arrival of the green fairy on the surface of the water.

The weather is getting warmer day by day. Soon, in the still water lake, the lotus flowers that had long been budding were finally in full bloom. At a glance, the lotus flowers in the lake are slim and elegant. At this time, the sun is already very dazzling. The weather became hot and uneasy. The trees have also begun to become lush, losing their childishness and playfulness in the past, adding a sense of maturity and tranquility.

When the last flower withered, so did the summer end. The wind is getting stronger day by day. The weather is also getting colder day by day. The lotus flowers in the pond withered one after another, leaving only round lotus canopies, high above the water. The lotus leaves are still full of pools. The trees around the lake are starting to show signs of decay. The originally green grass also quickly withered and yellowed, losing the last trace of vitality.

When the autumn leaves fell, it rained heavily. After the heavy rain, the weather is getting colder day by day. The withered grass, the branches, and the roofs of the courtyards of the cold mansion were covered with a thin layer of frost; Later, it becomes a thin layer of snow; It was not long before the fine snow of the grains of salt turned into a goose feather snow, and it became thicker and thicker on the roofs, on the branches, and on the ground; The vast expanse between heaven and earth has become a world covered in silver. The still water lake of Qingfeng Ju is covered with thick ice as in previous years.

This cold seems to have lasted for a long, long time. When the sun rose that day, the weather was unusually warm. The still-water lake, which had been frozen for a winter, finally began to crack, shatter, and melt. The snow on the roof also melted little by little under the sunlight, turning into water, and flowing down the eaves, like the tears of a blind horse.

Before the ice and snow completely melted, the young grass had stubbornly poked its head out from under the ice and snow, and then began to grow wildly. After such a cold winter, everything seems to have woken up, twisting and desperately sending out buds.

When the last of the ice melted into water, and was reluctantly grabbed by the frantically growing plants, the black swallow flew back from the south and built a nest under the eaves of the cold ink language. After the first spring flowers bloom, the flowers are in full bloom. One by one, they want to show off their beauty in this spring.

In this way, spring goes to autumn and comes again, and the flowers fall and bloom again. The cold war between Han Moyu and Fu Changyu lasted for a year and two months from the beginning. The two of them seem to be going farther and farther apart. During this period, Fu Changyu rarely returned to the cold mansion; And Han Moyu, just like that, with a pair of eyes full of loneliness, looked at the courtyard where Fu Changyu once lived, Qingfeng Residence.