The left half of her face was as pale as white paper, but the right half of her face was red, as if it were about to drip blood, and her eyes were sad and dull, as if she had been dealt with some fatal blow, and the haggard made his heart ache fiercely.

"Who is it? Who would dare to punch you in the face? ”

Mo Ziming's voice was trembling, Chu Jiaowan was in a hurry, he only saw her back, he didn't see her hitting An Xin, and he didn't see her front.

The clear pain in his eyes made her uneasy, and she smiled in a trance: "It's a little itchy, and it's red by yourself." ”

She already knew Mo Ziming's temperament, if he knew that Chu Jiaowan beat her, he would definitely go to her to settle accounts, she never wanted to make things out of control.

How could he not see the difference between scratching and hitting? She was just trying to hide it......

Mo Ziming sighed secretly in his heart, pretended to be deceived by her, and chuckled: "You have to be careful to scratch it in the future, otherwise such a handsome little face will not look good." ”

"Hmm." She also smiled, Mo Ziming always pampered her carefully, from beginning to end.

"A cup of tea, I think it's already cold."

Mo Ziming handed over the cup of tea.

An Xin held it with both hands and took a sip, the fragrant smell and warm breath spread in her belly, warming her whole body.

Seeing that her face was better, Mo Ziming also relaxed: "I'll take you somewhere." ”

"Master Mo, it's time for me to go back to the palace."

She looked up, her eyes full of apologies.

If Chu Jiaowan hadn't come out to stir up the situation, she would have taken the opportunity to slip away just now, and it would be better for her to not meet him.

"Can you give me some time? I have something to say to you. ”

Mo Ziming lowered his head, and ink seemed to drip from his sincere eyes.

His voice was gentle, and his clear eyes were full of pleading, the man in front of him had always loved him and spoiled her so much, even if she was afraid of misunderstanding in the middle of the night, how could she bear not to even agree to his request?

Her heart softened, and she nodded.

He smiled with relief, took off his coat, draped it over her, and helped her to his carriage.

……

A thick layer of snow covered the cemetery, and as far as the eye could see, it was a barren white.

Mo Ziming squatted down and brushed away the snow on the tombstone with his palm, and a name appeared - Mo Xiaoxue.

"She is my sister Xiaoxue, she was only seven years old at the time, she was sick of the lungs, and my family invited a lot of Langzhong at that time, but she still went."

Mo Ziming looked at the tombstone intently, and his voice was bitter: "Her favorite in the family is me, she always pesters me when she is fine, but every time she coughs in pain, I can only watch, there is no way to ......"

He took a deep breath of pain, and his voice calmed down a little:

"I hate that I can't keep her, I hate myself for being useless, so I ignore my family's opposition and devote myself to studying medicine, and I will never let the disease take away the people I care about."

As he spoke, he looked at Shu Nuan, and his voice couldn't help but soften: "Xin'er, your symptoms are the same as Xiaoxue's back then, I believe this is a deliberate arrangement by God, Xin'er, God knows that I have been living in regret and remorse, so he gave me another chance to keep you before the same illness." ”

"Xin'er, give me a chance and let me cure your illness, even if you help me untie the knot."

Sympathy, touching and the warmth of being cared for instantly occupied her heart, if she simply helped him, of course she would agree mercilessly......

But she knew how serious her illness was, and the possibility of curing it was almost zero, if she did, not only would she not be able to help him untie the knot, but would give him a greater burden.

"Master Mo, I'm sorry ......"