Yan Ling pointed to the position in front of the window from afar: "That is Mo Gongzi." ”

An Xin looked over carefully, it was a young man, handsome and extraordinary, with thin lips, thick eyebrows, and a high nose, he was wearing a white robe, sitting quietly in front of the window, the wind outside the window was blowing, blowing his black hair slowly.

This man is not like Lang Zhong that An Xin has seen in the costume TV series, but like an unruly rich boy.

Mo Ziming looked at An Xin and beckoned to her.

An Xin guessed that she must be familiar with the man in this life, so she walked over and sat directly across from him.

"How are you feeling these days?"

The man opened his thin lips lightly, and his magnetic voice was faint, but mixed with a hint of concern.

An Xin was a little surprised, and said perfunctorily: "It's better." ”

"You don't have to hide it from me." A little helplessness vaguely appeared between Mo Ziming's eyebrows:

"You have a very bad complexion, you must have not taken the medicine as I told you, Xin'er, is your life child's play? Is Chu Lingye's opinion of you more important than your own life? ”

An Xin secretly took a cool breath.

The man in front of him seemed to know not only her people, but even her heart.

Seeing that An Xin was silent and did not answer, Mo Ziming sighed secretly: "I sent someone to bring some pills from the Western Regions, you take one pill in the morning and one in the evening, so that Chu Lingye will not find out." ”

Mo Zihang took out a brocade box in his pocket and slowly handed it over.

Afraid that the man would find out that something was wrong, An Xin responded lightly: "Okay." ”

In a trance, he went to pick up the brocade box, and in a state of unrest, his little hand grabbed the man's hands.

The man's handsome face showed a slight hint of strangeness, looking at An Xin, the corners of his lips slightly hooked.

A shallow smile, uninhibited and good-looking, and he looked at her with such gentleness and concern, at this moment, An Xin suddenly understood, the man liked An Xin very much in this life-

Or love.

"Lord Wang, Ying'er hasn't been with you enough, is this time to leave?"

Not far away, a delicate woman's voice suddenly came, An Xin followed the prestige, and the woman was Hua Siying.

She walked slowly, for her weak, boneless arm was holding a tall man—

Chu Lingye!

Suddenly, she was a little distracted, and An Xin grabbed Mo Ziming's hand and forgot to let go.

Chu Lingye glanced at her lightly, her dark eyes condensed slightly, and she walked past her quietly.

He had seen it, but he chose to ignore it, as if she were a passerby who had nothing to do with him.

"Xin'er, are you okay?"

Mo Ziming's voice is always so soft, containing warm pain, as if the ice and snow can be melted by him.

An Xin chuckled as if naturally: "It's nothing. ”

He smiled heartily and pretended not to see Chu Lingye snubbing her.

It was impossible for Chu Lingye's indifferent man to fall in love with her, and the onlookers could see it clearly, but this weak woman was like a persistent moth, and she just threw herself on Chu Lingye's dangerous fire.

"Is he good to you?" Mo Ziming asked.

An Xin looked at the good-looking man opposite, or because she was familiar with him in this life, she felt that he was very kind from the bottom of her heart, like a brother who loved her and doted on her very much.

clearly captured the bitterness in her eyes, and Mo Ziming felt a faint pain in her heart:

"Xin'er, why do you want to take this path? You can make your life a little easier for the rest of the day. ”

The rest of the days?

Could it be that she has a terminal illness and that her days are numbered?

An Xin's face turned pale with fright from this cognition, and her pale fingertips couldn't help but curl up: "I...... How long can you live? ”