"Mo Xie!"

Jiujiu's breath was choked, his eyes were complicated, those eyes could have been seen, but because of her, they lost their original color.

The pink lips, which are as beautiful as cherry blossom petals, raise a faint arc, and the long, curled eyelashes cast a faint silhouette under the eyes.

The azure smoke and rain hazy eyes were filled with a layer of thick fog that could not be removed, and he looked straight at Jiujiu.

As if seeing her appearance, a layer of water slowly opened up at the bottom of her eyes, "Ninth Master, is there anything dirty on my face?" ”

Breathless, Jiujiu even wondered if he was pretending not to see, and stretched out his hand to shake it in front of his eyes.

In the next second, the words had blurted out without passing through his brain, "How do you know that the master is watching you, have you seen the master?" ”

She regretted saying this, she knew better than anyone that his eyes probably had no chance of regaining his sight in his life.

Mo Xie looked at her quietly, her delicate face, just like the moon-white robe of the past, but it inexplicably added a sense of melancholy.

The corners of his mouth slowly rippled a touch of desolation, and the slender fingers with distinct bones slowly stroked the corners of his eyes.

"I've been blind for three years, I've been used to it, and besides, there are some things that don't need to be seen with my eyes!"

Jiujiu was silent, a little stunned to look at the thick mist in his eyes that could not be dissolved.

A delicate young man with such a delicate mind, if he can see it, what kind of elegance will it be.

"Ninth Master, are you still there?" After not hearing the sound of Jiujiu for a long time, Mo Xie couldn't help but call out softly.

Maybe not used to this sudden quiet, the azure eyes slowly crossed a touch of helplessness, stretched out his hand and groped indiscriminately, but he touched the void again and again.

The cold voice unconsciously brought a layer of panic, "Ninth Master, where are you?" ”

Jiujiu stood quietly in place with bated breath, watching his azure eyes slowly turn anxious.

Watching that delicate face slowly turn pale, he missed the distance he could reach as soon as he stretched out his hand.

passed by again and again, but Mo Ye's hand never touched her in the slightest.

The handsome face had lost its original color, and she trembled and murmured, "Ninth Master, where are you!" ”

Groping back and forth uneasily, he inadvertently stepped on the corner of his clothes, and his emaciated body shook in the wheelchair.

The soles of his feet were unstable, and the whole person fell to the ground fiercely, and the moon-white robe was stained with a little stain, revealing a deep helplessness under the embarrassment.

The withered peach blossoms broke away from the branches in the wind and scattered down, falling on Mo Xie's dark and thick hair.

He was helpless like a lost child, trying to stand up again and again, but he failed again and again.

The whole person sat on the ground in a gloomy manner, and suddenly smiled, such a pale and helpless smile.

He was obviously laughing, but Jiujiu didn't feel the slightest popularity, like a decayed tattered doll, and the moon-white robe had oozed a crimson liquid.

As soon as his breath stagnated, a feeling of heartache spread in his body, Jiujiu bit his lip tightly and subconsciously stepped forward;

It was just a small step, but Mo Ye keenly felt it, and in the next second, he had already pounced.

By the time Jiujiu came back to his senses, he had been pressed tightly under him, and his hands were tightly wrapped around her waist.

buried his face deep in her arms, trembling, "Ninth Master, don't leave me, don't want to leave me alone!" ”

His chest was damp and hot, and Jiujiu's hand stretched out to push him away and slowly retracted.

Mo Ye, who was so helpless and lonely, seemed to be back to the cold boy he was when he first met him in an instant.

"Ninth Master, don't leave me alone......"

Mo Xie muttered over and over again, the hand around her waist tightened tighter and tighter.

Jiujiu sighed lightly and stroked his cold forehead helplessly, "You're injured!" ”

But as if he hadn't heard, he still stubbornly clung to her until there was a sound of footsteps behind him.

Jiujiu turned around and saw Xuanwu with a stunned face, and the corners of his mouth rippled with a touch of helplessness, "What do you see, don't help the master help people up." ”

Xuanwu was slightly stunned, his eyes fell on the little red stained on the white of the moon, and he frowned slightly.

Looking at the wheelchair on the side, Jiujiu frowned, "Help the master send him to his room!" ”

"I don't need his help, I can do it myself!" The stubborn voice carried a hint of pride that could not be refused.

Jiujiu glanced at the young man who was tightly holding the corner of his clothes, and sighed helplessly, "Are you sure you can go?" ”

Mo Xie nodded lightly, and the azure eyes of the smoke and rain slowly rendered a touch of landscape and elegance.

With the support of Jiujiu, he slowly stood up, step by step, and walked forward with heavy steps.

It wasn't until the figures of the two of them were far away that Shi He and Su Mubai came out of the corner.

Looking at the moon-white back, his ten fingers clenched into fists, and a deep sadness crossed his eyes.

As if feeling her gaze, Mo Xie suddenly turned his head, and his azure eyes looked at him expressionlessly, not sad or happy.

Mo Ye's room was in the most remote corner of the manor, and looking around, there was a simple desk by the window.

There are pen, ink, paper and inkstones neatly placed on the desk, and there is nothing else except the desk, which has only one bed.

Forcing him to sit on the bed, Jiujiu squatted in front of him, reached out and gently lifted his robe, carefully rolling up his trouser legs.

The white knees were already a blur of flesh and blood, and Jiujiu's pupils shrank.

Raising his head, he just met a pair of azure smoke and rain eyes, "Fool, don't you feel pain?" ”

"Because I can't see, I often fall, and it hurts at first, but it doesn't hurt anymore!"

With a smile in his eyes, Mo Xie answered her words seriously, and there was a pain that ordinary people couldn't imagine.

With a sour nose, Jiujiu lowered his head and carefully wiped the dirt around the wound with a clean towel.

The cold liquid dripped onto the back of Mo Ye's hand, and he was stunned, looking at the person who was half-kneeling in front of him with a dull gaze.

The slender and pale hand slowly stroked her face, but it was hot and humid, "Ninth Master, are you crying?" ”

Gently feeling her tears, Mo Ye's eyes slowly rippled with a touch of indifference.

Stretched out his hand and put a tear into his mouth, and the azure smoke and rain eyes turned into a ripple.

"It turns out that the tears of the ninth master are also bitter, the same as our normal people!"

"Stupid!" Jiujiu was so amused by his appearance that he couldn't cry or laugh, reached out and slapped his hand away, sniffed and began to seriously medicate him.

In the place where she couldn't see, Mo Ye looked at the top of her head with complicated eyes, there was hatred, resentment, and more entanglement.

The chill at the bottom of her eyes slowly cracked, and finally a touch of tenderness rippled, looking at her so stupidly, her expression was extremely focused and serious. (To be continued.) )