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She had never been in close contact with anyone, let alone someone she liked. Han Moyu was flustered on the one hand, and sad on the other, for fear of waking up Han Changyu, so he hurriedly helped Han Changyu's arm into the sleeve of his shirt, and gently flipped his body over and put on the other sleeve. Then he closed his eyes and put on Han Changyu's obscene pants. It was originally a simple little thing, but because of her panic, I don't know how long it took to get it right. After Han Moyu covered him with the quilt, he finally had a feeling of completion, breathed a sigh of relief, and then rolled out of bed.

Recalling those strange things, I wanted to flee in horror, but found that my legs were weak and I had no strength at all. She simply sat down on the ground. I didn't recover from the horror and shame I had just experienced for a long time, and after a while, I couldn't help but sob.

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When the first rays of dawn in the morning shone into the house, Han Moyu, who was sleeping soundly on the side of the bed, woke up. Turning his head, he saw Han Changyu sitting on the bed with one hand on the ground, looking at her with a smile. The long waterfall-like hair hung down like water. He reached out and brushed his hair back, smiling like a flower, "I think I heard someone crying by my bedside last night, and he cried very much. ”

"You heard it wrong! Where is someone crying!" Han Moyu hurriedly denied it, stood up, and patted his clothes. However, her red and swollen eyes betrayed her.

"Is there really not?" Han Changyu was still smiling, "Someone seems to have helped me change my clothes...... By the way, it was after helping me change my clothes that I started crying. Crying is called a heartbreak...... What the hell is going on? I'm not dead...... I wanted to get up and clarify, but I was too tired to move or speak......"

"Who cried for you!" Han Mo said hatefully, his face crimson.

"Then why are you crying?" Han Changyu asked with a smile.

"I said it, I didn't cry!" Han Moyu didn't dare to turn his head to look at him, but only stubbornly denied: "You must be sick and confused! What strange dreams did you!" She stood up and was about to leave, but was pulled back.

"What's wrong?" Han Moyu asked, turning his head. I saw Han Changyu sitting on the bed with his body crooked at the moment, like a sick beauty, looking at her with deep eyes and a smile, and said, "Maybe I'm really sick and confused...... I dreamed of a woman in white who looked seven points like you......" he said, the look on his face darkened, and he let go of his hand thoughtfully...... When I woke up, I felt a little confused...... It's really weird......"

"Ever since you came back, I've had a strange feeling that something is reviving little by little. I remembered fragments one by one, like fragments of memory. It's vague and fragmented. I tried to piece it together, but I couldn't. Han Changyu said.

"I always feel that every time I see you, it's like I've known you a long time ago. It seems like a long, long time ago, there were those eyes that stared at me like that. I often wonder, isn't it, what intersection did we have in our previous lives?" Han Changyu said, smiling.

"You dreamed of a woman in white, who looks like me?" asked Han Moyu curiously.

"Yes, that's right. The corners of Han Changyu's mouth curved slightly, but something incomprehensible surged in the depths of his eyes.

"Brother, you sue me, what was that dream?" Han Moyu frowned slightly: "Is that woman in white very beautiful?"

Han Changyu was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"Then what else are you dreaming about?" Han Moyu asked eagerly, "Have you ever dreamed of a pool of red lotus?"

Han Changyu shook his head. I didn't dream of the red lotus, but I dreamed of a red blood stain on that person's body. Han Changyu looked at Han Moyu with a little pale face, only to feel that Han Moyu's delicate face was more and more similar to the appearance of the woman in white in his dream.

And along with the beautiful face of the woman in white, there was red blood, which kept gushing out of her abdomen, and then flowed to the ground, gathering into streams......

Could it be that the woman in white in my dream is you?

Han Changyu looked Han Mo up and down. He shook his head, no way. How is this possible? I'm just dreaming!

"Brother, tell me, what did you dream about?" Han Moyu still asked anxiously.

"Okay. Then you tell me first, why did you cry so much last night?Why don't I think you cried because you were worried about me?" Han Changyu raised his eyebrows and diverted the topic; "It seems to ...... Let me think...... When did you start crying......"

"Don't say it, I won't listen to your dreams, I'm leaving!" Han Moyu blushed, hurriedly got up and ran, and rushed out of the door after taking three steps and two steps. That posture is like a rat crossing the street.

After returning to the house, Han Moyu didn't understand what was going on, but he always felt ridiculed by Han Changyu and was very embarrassed. Her heart, as soon as she thought of that embarrassing thing, kept jumping. She shook her head vigorously, trying to get the nightmare out of her mind, but to no avail.

She's so stupid. I was so stupid that I forgot that I was a daughter. It's silly. Stupid enough to forget his mother's admonition and go close to others. She was so stupid, so stupid that she was so confused in her previous life that she obeyed her mother's words and ruined the happiness of her life.

Thinking of this, her nose was sore, and tears flowed out. Somehow, enough sadness resurfaced, and her face was red with shame. Slowly, I became angry. In this way, he locked himself in the house for a whole day, and did not eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

What should I do? In this life, when I return to the cold mansion, I still pretend to be a man. What did the mother think? Why did a good daughter pretend to be a boy, and why did she keep the lonely lamp in the empty room for the rest of her life?

In the previous life, there was no eldest son in Hanfu, only the eldest son Han Jingyi, and her mother had no son, only a daughter like her. Her mother has always told her that she wants to win glory for the family honor and support the entire Han family. For the sake of her so-called family honor, she forced a delicate girl into a cold-hearted general, and finally inherited her father's title and the entire family business.

However, this life is different, she has an eldest brother. No matter how you say it's her turn, can't she? Why, she has always been raised as a boy? What is the secret in this? Han Moyu shook his head, unable to figure it out.

However, no matter what, since there are variables in this life and the previous life, it is not impossible for her to be a daughter again. Thinking of this, Han Moyu smiled.