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Just let me be a coward. Just let me be selfish. I don't want to be burdened with anything. I've been, too tired, too tired......

Brother Yu, I can't turn myself back into a girl in my life, let alone the kind of girl you like. Well, if there is an afterlife, I will become a girl, and I will wear back to women's clothes just for you......

Hehe, you won't laugh at me, will you? You won't laugh at me, you have such a lowly and distorted idea...... But even if you really laugh at me, ridicule me, ridicule me, dislike me, hate me, it doesn't matter......

At this time, I still hope that I will be able to approach you like this, look at you, and talk to you in the next life...... Is it because of loneliness? Is it attachment? Is it admiration? Is it reverence? Or is it love? I maybe, really, so deeply, love you...... However, I don't know it......

Han Moyu opened his eyes wide and looked at the top beam. She felt weak and closed her eyes.

A few drops of blood, flowing down Han Moyu's arm, stained the sheets red, dotted with stars. More warm currents poured out of her body, staining the sheets red and running down the edge of the bed, the red so shockingly vibrant......

"Oh no, Young Master Moyu committed suicide!~~~~~ someone, help......" After Xue Ling'er got up, after seeing Han Moyu covered in blood, she took a few steps back, screamed and ran out of the door. Soon the people in the courtyard were alarmed, and someone immediately came to check on it and invited a doctor.

The chaos passed, and the turbulent atmosphere of the cold mansion gradually faded as Han Moyu turned the corner. Everything became quiet.

The wound on Han Moyu's arm had been thinly bandaged. The sheets were also pulled out and replaced with clean sheets. She slept almost all the time with her eyes closed, occasionally with her fingertips trembling;

When he heard the news, he hurried back to the cold mansion from outside, and just saw the maid coming out with a ball of blood-stained sheets, he glanced at the sheets, and immediately turned white and ran towards Han Moyu's room. He panted and pushed open the door, and saw Han Moyu lying on the bed, his face pale, motionless and lying quietly.

There was no Han Moyu's personal servant in the room, only an old imperial doctor and his attendant, and Mrs. Han's personal maid Wan'er.

"How is she, can she still be saved?" Fu Changyu asked eagerly, "No matter what the cost, you must save her!"

The old imperial doctor turned around, bowed, and said, "Back to Your Highness, Moyu Gongzi is fine, and the wound has been bandaged. As long as you have a good rest, you will be healed. ”

"She shed so much blood, and you actually said it was okay?!" Fu Changyu said angrily, "Did you pay attention to it?"

The old imperial doctor said, "It's okay, it's normal, it's okay." ”

"How can it be normal? She's injured and bleeding so much!How the hell did you check it!" Fu Changyu roared angrily, "Are you old and dizzy?!"

Seeing that the old imperial doctor suddenly had a difficult face, Fu Changyu was puzzled in his heart, and suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly retreated.

The old imperial doctor then said, "Presumably Your Highness has already guessed it." ”

Fu Changyu was stunned for a moment, still unsure, and asked half-loudly: "What about the girl?"

The old imperial physician nodded.

Fu Changyu frowned and asked, "Judging by your attitude, you already knew that Han Moyu was a daughter?"

"Yes. When the old man first checked the pulse of the young master Moyu, he already knew that she was a girl. But Mrs. Han told the old man to keep it a secret, so the old man kept it a secret. The Imperial Doctor said.

Fu Changyu's heart was bored. If it is said that the mother raised Han Moyu as a boy in order to win his father's heart, and now that his father has been exiled, he has no value to his mother, why does she continue to hide it and not reveal Han Moyu's identity? Is it really for the sake of the famous and righteous heir of the Han Mansion? I'm afraid, it is better to make plans for him to ascend to the throne of the crown prince, sacrificing the happiness of Han Moyu.

The old imperial doctor prescribed the medicine and left. Shen Zhongan went to grab the medicine, and Xue Ling'er went to decoction the medicine. Soon, the medicine was served, and Fu Changyu personally took the medicine bowl and said, "I'll feed it." Xue Ling'er reluctantly retreated.

Fu Changyu sat on the edge of the bed, holding a medicine bowl in one hand. Han Moyu's eyes were still closed, and her beautiful face like a lotus flower had lost its fresh color like withering and became dull. How long has it been since I looked at this child's face so closely? How long has it been since I have spoken to this child? How long has it been since I have been close to this child? Fu Changyu's hand holding the medicine spoon was trembling slightly.

"Moyu, open your mouth. Fu Changyu choked. Why did I hurt this child like that? I never cared for her, never comforted her, never hugged her, never listened to every word she said, never took her words seriously.

"Moyu, it's time to drink the medicine. Fu Changyu said softly in Han Moyu's ear.

As for Han Moyu, she just closed her lips tightly, and her spirit seemed to collapse all of a sudden, and her face was completely devoid of its former brilliance.

Han Moyu didn't respond, Fu Changyu helped her to half-sit up, leaning against the head of the bed. He placed a small spoon full of the liquid to her mouth and poured it slowly at an angle. The medicinal juice flowed out of the corners of Han Moyu's mouth again.

"Moyu, please, wake up quickly, don't scare me. Fu Changyu said.

It's been three years. Didn't he notice it? How the child, silently, looked at him so quietly with a pair of lonely and desolate eyes. Wouldn't he have a heartache? Every time, he deliberately arrogantly, saying such hurtful words to this child, deliberately snubbing her like that, alienating her.

He thought that the child would soon forget about himself. But he was wrong, very wrong. This child, so stubborn and serious in love with him, actually used his life as the foundation for the end of this love. What else is there to say? He is not as good as a child.

Fu Changyu's eyes were wet. He lifted Han Moyu's head, opened his mouth, and poured the potion in. Half of the medicinal juice was poured and half of it was sprinkled, and Han Moyu was still asleep.

"Moyu, open your eyes and look at me, okay?" Fu Changyu reached out and took Han Moyu's hand, pasted it to his face, and then gently kissed Han Moyu's hand with a side face. Fu Changyu blinked his eyes, and a large teardrop slipped down the moment he closed his eyes.