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As the scroll slowly unfolded, the content in Jun Bingwu's scroll was a man.

No, to be precise, it should just be a woman dressed as a man......

Jun Bingwu's eyes were dilated, holding the picture scroll, stunned, the people in it, no matter their appearance, temperament, and movement habits, they were all unique from her......

I have to admit that the person who holds the pen has very good painting skills, and she outlines her cold and glamorous temperament just right, adding a point is too hard, and subtracting a point is too soft.

To do this, it is definitely not possible to do it with good technology, and every stroke is obviously the integration of the heart.

But the empty space next to the figure was contaminated by a few drops of blood, and it was very blinking.

The heartstrings tightened slightly, a thought crossed his mind, and Jun Bingwu raised his eyes in disbelief.

"My medicine ......" Mo Huang simply repeated these three words, raised his hand, picked up another picture scroll on the ground, and slowly unfolded it.

If the painting just now is an expressionless Jun Bingwu, then this one is Jun Bingwu with a black face and clenched fists every time she is bullied by him.

In this way, she is more angry than before.

Jun Bingwu stared at him tightly, silent, but Mo Huang patiently opened these scrolls one by one, wanting her to show her his so-called medicinal ......

Fifteen days after they were separated, he drew fifteen pictures, and he knew with his knees that every one of them was her.

Coquettish, cold, smiling...... Fifteen postures, each different.

If it weren't for some paintings, even Jun Bingwu herself wouldn't know, it turned out that she was cold, and inadvertently, she would have revealed so many emotions.

From now on, on each painting, there are more or less blood stains, some of which drip on the blank space of the painting paper, and some of which accidentally drip directly on the body of the person in the painting.

He seemed to try to wipe away the blood that had stained the scrolls, but he couldn't wipe them clean, and instead made a mess of the otherwise beautiful scrolls.

These...... He painted it all?

Jun Bingwu can even imagine that every day, Mo Huang pointed to the pen and had a cold face, seriously outlining the scenes of the characters under him.

Seeing the painting and thinking about people, thinking about it, but it touched the desperate Gu.

But even if he vomited blood, he still persevered, unwilling to give up, unwilling to give up, persevering, meticulously finishing each painting.

Those scenes, one by one, came to mind, whose heartstrings were gently plucked?

Jun Bingwu's indifferent eyes crossed a touch of panic, and there was also a trace of panic, as if there was something about to gush out of his heart.

But she didn't dare to expose it, so she could only hide this emotion with a mask of indifference: "If the palace master just wants to say such boring words, then I'll go first, and the palace master takes care." ”

As she spoke, she prepared to get up and leave.

Behind her, a slightly cool big hand tightly wrapped her slender wrist.

She struggled, but she couldn't.

"Let it go!" She drank indifferently, not daring to look back at her eyes, saying that eyes are the windows of the soul, and she was afraid that this window would expose all her deeply hidden emotions.

"Can you, give me a moment, just a little while...... Let me finish my sentence. ”

His voice was hoarse and low, and Jun Bingwu seemed to catch something called supplication from his tone, and it was this unprecedented pleading that made her heart sour, and for a while, the struggling movements actually paused very strangely.

Mo Huang's arm slammed into force, pulling her to sit down and fall right into her arms.

Her soft body collided with his hard chest, and Mo Huang took advantage of the situation to hug her, his arms tightly wrapped around her waist.

"Actually...... In the past few days since I left her, the Desperate Gu has been attacking, and as soon as I have an attack, I miss her even more, and the more I think about her, the more powerful the attack becomes, and the vicious circle ......"

"I know that as long as I don't want her and don't love her, I can end this pain, but I can't do it, I can't miss her, I can't love her, I can only let it hurt so much......"

"She wouldn't stay with me, but I wanted to keep her every move, her smile, so I chose to paint them, even if she wasn't there, and I would feel a little better with some paintings."

As he spoke, he pulled out a bitter smile, raised his hand, and pulled out two more pieces of rice paper from his sleeve.

The ink marks are very new, it should be the pen that has just been put down in the past two days, and unlike the previous one, in the two paintings, there is a second person.

One is the scene when she was drunk on her wedding night, silly, dancing in his arms, and the other is the harmonious state of her and him hugging and sleeping that night.

Jun Bingwu's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of moist mist, and his vision was a little blurry.

With trembling fingers, she took the two paintings he handed her.

In these two paintings, Mo Huang's expression is so happy and satisfied......

"But I was wrong, the more I painted, the more painful it became, but she, the stupid woman, knew nothing, and only wishful thinking that as long as she left me, I would be well......"

"Sometimes, I think that if she was by my side, she would not bear such pain, at least, she would hug me in her arms in distress, so that she could be sweet, even if it hurts...... It's better than being alone in front of a pile of cold paintings......"

"I admit that I am selfish, knowing that I may not be able to give her a future, but because of my attachment to that heartbeat and warmth, I selfishly want to keep her by my side, you say, am I a jerk......"

From beginning to end, only Mo Huang was talking alone, chattering, Jun Bingwu listened and listened, but quickly covered his mouth: "Don't say it, don't say it......"

In her eyes, there seemed to be something hot about to roll down, but she suddenly raised her head.

She is Jun Bingwu, cold, strong, and has never been moved by anything, how can she shed tears for a few words from a man?

Who ever said that when you want to cry, look up, so that the tears will automatically flow back to the bottom of your eyes.

Liars, they are all liars, obviously, those water vapor is still accumulating in the eyes, and it is accumulating more and more, and it is about to be overwhelmed......

There was a haze in front of her, but she felt the back of her head tighten, and a big hand pulled her high head down.

The cold lips grabbed her lips fiercely, biting, gnawing, with Mo Huang's unique strength, which could not be refused and resisted at all.

On her lips, there was a numb pain, and without warning, a tear slipped down the corner of her eye and fell into the lips of the two people.

The bitter salty taste, accompanied by the smell of blood, spreads together......