After Murong Huang left, Han Mo looked at the pond with a straight face and pondered. The fates of her and Murong Huang are all such twists and turns! She is obviously a fake daughter, but she has been kept in the dark and has been raised as a boy, and she has not been able to change back into women's clothes until now. And Murong Huang, who is obviously a dignified man, was raised as a girl because his mother avoided the struggle in the palace and hid her edge. The fates of the two of them are really similar. A sad smile appeared at the corner of Han Moyu's mouth.

Murong Huang has always been like that, stubbornly believing that she is a real girl and the princess of Yan Kingdom. Just like his cold words, he has always stubbornly believed that he is a real man. However, now that Murong Huang wants to be like a woman and gracefully accept joy under a man, he can't do it. It doesn't matter if the other person is his enemy or lover. At this time, he completely woke up and understood that he was a dignified man, and only then did he begin to suffer and resent.

But now, although he understands it, his habits for many years can't be changed immediately, and with such an identity as a waiter, how can he face himself? Han Moyu has a deep experience of such a mood. She fully understood Murong Huang's pain. Just like her cold words, she was stubborn for many years, until she fell in love with a man, and she understood that she had a daughter's heart and understood that she was a girl.

I heard that Murong Huang hated his body after being pampered by a man like that, and often covered his body with scars. I also heard from the palace maids that when Murong Huang was bathing, he often clenched his fists and slapped himself on the forehead. Shame, let him be so miserable. And he didn't want to die like this, so he lived like that, contradictory and stubborn pain.

And when I heard that His Royal Highness Fu Chang, who was the prince, what he saw was not Murong Huang's tactful and charming side, but the anger hidden in those eyes like beasts. He felt the danger and repeatedly suggested that His Majesty the Emperor kill Murong Huang to prevent future troubles, but he was not promised.

As for Han Moyu, he can't forget that day, when Murong Huang turned his head before leaving, he showed such a bleak smile, which made people's hearts thump and hurt; At that time, Murong Huang's thin figure that had drifted away had been engraved in Han Moyu's mind like this, just like his astonishing words.

Do you want to love? Do you want to love that person?

If you want to love, you have to tell him and let him know. If you want to catch him, you have to let go of your dignity and reserve, you have to be desperate, and you have to be determined to go to the trouble for this love...... Even if you are spurned by the world, even if you are abandoned by fate, even if you lose your life, even if you are hurt, you must hold on to that person and not let go.

Han Moyu often thinks that people who can say such things must have a deep experience. Could it be that Murong Huang fell in love with his enemy, the man who had bullied his dignity, His Majesty the Emperor? In that case, how painful Murong Huang should be, his pain may not be less than that of her cold words. Isn't it? also fell in love with his enemy, but Murong Huang fell in love with his enemy in this life, and he was burdened with too much national hatred and family hatred; And he spoke coldly, falling in love with the enemy who cruelly hurt him in the previous life, with a deep hatred and love.

Do you want to love? Want to love someone desperately, regardless of the consequences? Do you want to hold that person desperately and fight to the death?

Yes, I think.

I think.

But I'm afraid. I'm a coward.

Han Moyu's heart, when he didn't understand what love was, he had already fallen into it. Until now, when she understood the emotion in her heart, this emotion had become so heavy that she could only blame it in the bottom of her heart. Han Moyu was still silent like this, waiting quietly in the cold mansion, but her heart was burning like fire, so eagerly hoping that His Royal Highness Fu Chang could return to the cold mansion, so that she could take a look at it. But at that time, Fu Changyu seemed to be very busy, and he always had endless business.

It's getting late. Fu Changyu won't come.

Han Moyu was dressed in single clothes and got up from the bed. She had insomnia again. She pushed open the door and walked to the room where Fu Changyu had lived. Night, quietly. The moonlight sprinkled the yard. Han Mo Yu stood outside the room for a long time, then gently pushed the door open. The creaking sound was loud in the night. It was dark in the house. Han Moyu walked in and closed the door.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Since that day, when he bumped into that scene, Han Moyu has never forgotten the scene of entangled and demanding from each other. At that time, Fu Changyu kissed and grinded with that person gently; The two beautiful bodies exposed from the brocade quilt were tightly entangled like green vines, as if they were pouring out their vows of never being separated with such entanglement. Han Moyu has never seen such a scene, it is **** but intimate, suffocating, blushing, and heartbeating.

At that time, the unknown flower that was bred in the little heart that was shocked by this scene bloomed like the sun for the first time, and it had a terrifying name: Simu. Han Moyu finally trembled, and in the heartbeat accompanied by severe pain, he understood what the feelings he was hiding were.

That resounding name, Simu, was like a bomb that exploded in her heart, and she lost her center of gravity and direction. That name was too heavy, too terrible, and not something her thin body could bear. So, after the extreme shock, Han Moyu calmed down and buried one of his hearts.

She didn't want to think about it, and she didn't want to face it. However, she could hide that emotion, but she couldn't suppress that longing. These days, her mind is full of Fu Changyu's figure, lingering. Since Murong Huang came that day, her originally firm heart began to waver. She wanted to talk to that person and pour out the secrets she had accumulated in her heart; But on the one hand, resisting, he said to himself over and over again, no. Don't be delusional.

Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it again! She said to herself over and over again, practicing the sword day and night, until she was so tired that she fainted; When she was alone, she climbed on the high stage and kept singing, trying to drain that emotion. Now, however, even the freedom to sing like that is finally denied. And Murong Huang's visit that day made her even more confused. She hesitated, hesitated, contradicted, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep at night; This has been going on for months. She is getting haggard little by little, and when she wakes up in the morning and looks in the mirror, she often finds that her eyes are dark.