"I hate being born here, you know?" xreader/book/miaojianggushi2/Han Moyu looked at his brother's slightly emaciated back, and his heart was shocked. How would he feel if he knew his true background?

The night is as quiet as water. The coldest winter is over, but it's still cold outside.

Although he didn't see it, Han Moyu felt the sadness transmitted from the cold wind. Han Moyu stepped forward and reached out to take Han Changyu's hand. Silent. Han Changyu's body trembled even more, he lost his temper, and let out his first roar since he was born: "Get out! Don't pester me!" he turned his head and shouted at Han Moyu, his eyes filled with tears.

Han Moyu stretched out her thin arm and wrapped it around his waist, but she felt a large tear fall on the back of her hand with a click, and her body temperature remained.

"Brother......" Han Moyu gently put his hand on Han Changyu's shoulder, not knowing what to say.

Han Changyu stretched out his hands to cover his face, lowered his head and cried; "Don't look at it...... Don't look at me...... Go away, go away!!"

Han Moyu hugged Han Changyu tightly and said, "Brother, if you want to cry, just cry...... Moyu won't laugh at your ...... I won't tell anyone about ...... either"

Han Moyu had never seen a crying brother like this. All along, all she saw was the indifferent and quiet smile of that person, the figure of the person walking with his head raised proudly, the unstoppable or unwavering eyes, the noble and elegant man who never said a word of dirty, the dusty and dusty atmosphere that had gone through the world, far from the hustle and bustle, the expression on that face was always so faint and so faint, as if it could not leave a trace, but when had she ever seen such a look that wanted to be suppressed but still cried bitterly and was ashamed because of it?

Han Moyu, who was shocked by such a scene, at this moment, a deep pity gradually surged in his heart; recalling the kind of misunderstanding he had about Han Changyu, a person like him, kind, but forbearing, how could he be a bad person? Even if he was wronged, he knocked out his teeth and swallowed it in his stomach. It's because he's always been too strong that it makes people feel rusty.

Han Changyu cried, trying not to make any sound, but the hot tears couldn't stop gushing out, and they dripped on Han Moyu's hand, clearly transmitting the catharsis of that emotion to Han Moyu.

At that moment, Han Moyu suddenly wanted to stay by Han Changyu's side like that, and her heart turned into a soft spring water......

Two days later, Murong Huang, who was unconscious, opened his eyes. guarded his cold ink words, and finally put his mind at ease. Murong Huang turned his head, looked at Han Moyu, and showed a sad smile, that beautiful face was actually soft because of his sick appearance, xreader He grabbed Han Moyu's hand tightly, refusing to let go, even when he was asleep.

So, at night, Han Moyu had to sleep next to him with clothes. That beautiful child like a fairy, the once noble prince of Yan Kingdom, and the young man who was once as gorgeous and dazzling as a phoenix in flames, actually had the weakness and cowardice of a girl.

When Murong Huang fell asleep, he was still stretching out his slender fingers and hugging Han Moyu tightly, and he couldn't break it. Han Moyu looked at Murong Huang's haggard but delicate face, slender arms, and thin chest covered with scars, and a sense of pity welled up in his heart.

She hugged Murong Huang and patted him gently, as if she was coaxing a baby to sleep. So, when Han Changyu entered the house early the next morning, what he saw was the scene of the two of them hugging each other and sleeping.

"Han Moyu!" Han Changyu shouted with a frown, and stepped forward to pull Han Moyu up from the bed. Seeing that Han Moyu was neatly dressed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

So, when Han Moyu opened her sleepy eyes, what she saw was Han Changyu's slightly angry and arrogant eyes, but she didn't notice that Han Changyu's slightly flushed cheeks.

"Heh, what's the matter, still sharing the same bed?" Han Changyu's mouth curled, "It's like a loving couple......! Don't you know your identity?" Han Moyu always felt that Han Changyu seemed to be a little strange recently, always with a snarky tone, as if someone owed him something.

"What does it matter, anyway, everyone in the Han Mansion thinks I'm their second young master. Besides, Murong Huang is injured like this, I look at him, what's wrong?" Han Moyu glanced at Han Changyu.

Han Moyu got up, but saw that Murong Huang was still holding on tightly. Looking at him, he saw that Murong Huang had already opened his eyes, and his hand was immediately released. Han Moyu got out of bed, but saw Murong Huang exclaim in surprise, rolled up the quilt and curled up in the corner, trembling all over. Seeing this scene, Han Moyu had a cold sweat and black lines on his face......

"What, Han Moyu, are you really bullying this beauty?" Han Changyu snorted dissatisfied, still with an indifferent smile on his face, stepped forward and stretched out his hand, and brutally pulled away the quilt that Murong Huang was holding tightly.

Without the cover of the quilt, Murong Huang screamed like a madman, shrank inside, and covered his face tightly with his hands, trembling uncontrollably. The clothes were disheveled and tattered, and the exposed arms were covered in blood. Han Changyu and Han Moyu were stunned.

Han Moyu hurriedly picked up the quilt and wanted to cover up Murong Huang's scarred body, but Murong Huang cried miserably. Han Moyu turned his head and yelled angrily at Han Changyu: "It's all you!, will you be happy if you hurt others like this?!" After saying that, he turned around and said to Murong Huang very gently: "Don't be afraid, be good, we won't hurt you, don't be afraid, okay? Come, cover the quilt with ......."

Han Changyu snatched the quilt and threw it aside, standing in front of the bed and looking straight at Murong Huang, and asked, "Exactly, who hurt you? Scars like this are not just the days before yesterday, right?" Han Moyu followed Han Changyu's gaze, and saw that Murong Huang's exposed snow-white skin was covered with deep and shallow scars, some were still oozing blood, and some were already scarred...... On the neck, there are dense red spots that extend to the chest......

Murong Huang trembled and buried his head in his knees, pulled his hair tightly, and bit his lip silently.

Han Changyu stretched out his hand and dragged Murong Huang over, Murong Huang let out a trembling whimper; Han Changyu stretched out his fingers, slowly swept across Murong Huang's neck, and smiled slightly: "This, is it a kiss mark?" His fingertips touched the soft and delicate skin, where there were sparse and dense red spots. Murong Huang's body stiffened. He originally wanted to win Han Moyu's sympathy, but he didn't expect to be embarrassed. He stopped crying, but looked up at Han Changyu. But he saw Han Changyu raise his eyebrows and look at him.

Han Moyu was stunned for a moment, looking at the fine and dense traces stupidly, but her heart fluttered for some reason, "Is that a kiss mark? How do you know?......?" she asked, her face as delicate as a peach blossom.

Han Changyu smiled slightly, leaned into the ear of Han Moyu, who was flushed, and said, "I haven't eaten pork, haven't you seen a pig run?......" The warm breath hit Han Moyu's face, Han Moyu was slightly itchy, but he saw Han Changyu step out of the door. Han Moyu felt embarrassed, and hurriedly escaped from the house, asking Xue Ling'er to go to Murong Huang to get the medicine.