Soon, the people who had just run back rushed to the place where the fire broke out, each carrying a bucket in their hands, and they swarmed to squeeze Mo Bing into the crowd. He was like a gravel floating in the water, surrounded by the sea and floating at will. At that moment, he seemed to be truly excluded from this world, and he suddenly forgot why he was here, as powerful as him, and at this moment his heart was actually barren.

What was he panicking about?

The fear that arose from the bottom of his heart surrounded him, and this feeling was unprecedented for him......

He didn't know why he was so panicked, was it because of that woman? Because she disappeared in front of her eyes like evaporating from the world?

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a wry smile, how could it be? How could he?

Because he promised the woman that he would let her arrive in Bianjing safely, and now that he broke his promise, he let her disappear in front of him?

No, it's not... It's just a casual promise, that person has nothing to do with him, he breaks his promise, there's nothing to panic about...

Why? Because the man suddenly disappeared right before his eyes, and he could only watch, and it was useless to try to get there?

I don't know why, in this short little time, his mind is a mess. The Mo Bing, who is usually not flustered when encountering things, actually messed up himself at this time.....

"Childe! Mo Gongzi! ”

The sudden call pulled Mo Bing back to reality from the mess of thoughts, and his eyes gradually cleared. He shook his head and saw the face of the person who came, it was the coachman who had been with him for several years... There are also two girls.

Mo Bing's face was as white as paper, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his green tendons were floating, just like two people like Mo Bing, who was usually frank and calm.

The three of them were taken aback by his appearance, although the two girls didn't spend much time with Mo Bing, but Mo Bing's gentleman's appearance had long been engraved in his mind, and he was particularly secure around him, he seemed to be fearless, and he could laugh calmly at anything, how could they have thought that he would have such a look.

The coachman had been with Mo Bing for almost three years, and he was half an underground banker, and his child had lost his life after the war, and Mo Bing had kept him with him just to take him to see where his son was buried. Later, he walked more places, and the coachman volunteered to be Mo Bing's coachman, and the two walked a lot and went to many places. The coachman knew Mo Bing's habits very well, but he had never seen him like this today.

Mo Bing breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes fell on Qing Ran, who was still wearing the clothes he wore when he was dancing and was now standing in front of him unharmed, his face was gloomy, but he pursed his lips and didn't say anything harsh after all.

Walking past her, the wide sleeves brushed gently past her fingertips, like the tentacles of some insect playing around in her heart, as if something was crying out invisibly......

Mo Bing didn't say a word, turned around and walked towards the inn, dressed in white as if he had lost his vitality, and finally stuck to his body safely.

This sudden fire was extinguished, and people came and went all around, some were glad that the fire was extinguished, and some lamented the false alarm caused by the fire.

But he was the only one, walking from the hustle and bustle, and walking into silence.

The habitual upper teeth bit the lower lip, and this time the blood was directly bitten, and the blood was drawn into the mouth along the lip lines, bringing a strong smell of blood.

It hurts, just like her heart.

"Qing Ran, don't you say it yet? I look at Mo Gongzi, he likes you. Jun Zhi spoke softly, and her gaze fell on Mo Bing, who was walking far in front of them.

Qing Ran lowered her head and looked at her slightly trembling hands, not knowing whether to relax or clench for a while.

Someone once told her that if she was scared, she should not bite her lip, as long as she clenched her hands, someone would come to her rescue.

The hand rubbed the man's sleeve, and she was reluctant to let the warmth go, but she also knew that she couldn't keep it.

She clasped her hands tightly and placed them closest to her heart, as if that way she could be closer to him.

......

The four of them were divided into two teams, and they all arrived at the inn at different times. When the two girls returned to the inn, they found that the lights had been turned off in the room opposite the door, and there was no movement at all.

Mo Bing had never been so uncontrollable as he was today, and God knows how much he wanted to scold her when he looked back at that person. What an elegant, what a gentleman, he is really going to blow up. He had never been so angry, but he couldn't vent his emotions when he wanted to. When the words came to his mouth, he had to swallow them back, and he had to turn around and leave when his throat hurt.

All the way back, he didn't want to think about anything in his heart, and he didn't want to bother thinking about why he was like this. But damn it, the more silent his heart was, the more the scene that appeared in his mind was how the man died in the fire, he didn't dare to think about it, but his mind let him see that scene over and over again.

A nameless fire burned in his heart, and no one could extinguish it. He endured while burning himself not to burn others......

Fortunately, he was used to self-discipline, and the walk back to the inn from the fire gave him enough time to calm down, and after calming down, his brain turned to sober little by little, and some things really can't be too passive.

What he didn't expect was that before he could carry out all the schemes he had come up with in an instant, the man had thrown himself into the net.

In the dark room, there was no fire at all, and every move could only be judged by the moonlight shining in from the window. It seems that he deliberately slowed down his pace so as not to wake up the sleeping person, and tiptoed for a long time before pacing to the side of the bed.

Mo Bing closed his eyes, allowing his breathing to sound like he was asleep. But even though he didn't move at all, his mind was clearer than during the day. He never imagined that someone would sneak into his house, and what left him speechless the most was that he could guess who this person was without opening his eyes for a while.

He wondered in his heart, but the man had not left, and he simply let his guard down to see what the man wanted to do.

Suddenly, his palms burrowed into a pair of soft hands, and then trembled and interlocked with his fingers. The action was extremely gentle, and with great caution, and there was constant temptation in the midst of apprehension.

Then his hand was held by the man, and another hand gently attached it, wrapping his slightly cool hand tightly.

The man didn't move, so he held one of his hands and was silent for a long time, so long that Mo Bing thought if she had fallen asleep.

Mo Bing's heart beat a drum, although he had always vaguely felt that this person's identity was not as simple as she said, even if he deliberately approached him with any purpose, he was not afraid. But he never expected that things would be much more complicated than he had imagined.

He couldn't figure out where her sudden feelings for him came from. He was sure that this was the first time he had seen her, and he liked someone like him who knew everything, and he paid attention to details, and if he had ever met this person, he would have been impressed.

But even if he wanted to break his head, he couldn't figure out where he had seen her. The worst thing was that he now felt that her feelings for him did not seem to be as simple as he imagined, because he knew what it was even if he couldn't see the hot liquid that slowly slipped from the back of his hand......

He still didn't speak, just like the man. She may not be able to speak, or she may have restrained herself, only letting the tears fall one by one, but she could not hear a single moan in her mouth, only the occasional sobbing sound or two that was so light that it was not easy to detect.

Mo Bing's heart gradually became a little anxious, he always felt that he should have nothing to do with this person, but the irritability in his heart lingered.

He was waiting for the man to speak, and he thought that people always like to leave something to say at this time, and if he listened to those words, he might understand what was going on. But he waited and waited, and he couldn't hear her say a word. Wet tears slid down the back of his hand, slid across his palm, their fingers interlocked, as if his heart was beating at a certain amplitude, but he didn't feel the same sadness in his heart as hers.

He almost forgot that she couldn't speak.

Even if she had countless things in her heart that wanted to say to him, she couldn't say it, and even if he was right in front of her, she couldn't tell him who she really was and what the relationship between them was.

For the first time, Mo Bing felt that he had nothing to do, and he didn't even know who to blame.

Just let her hold his hand, and then let her leave secretly, and pretend that she doesn't know anything tomorrow?

If he just let her go, will he be able to know the truth next time? Will this girl who can't speak never tell the truth?

They were so close that the man held his hand and just squatted in front of his bed. The tip of his nose could still smell her hair, and his almost numb hand could still feel the heat coming from her hand. The moonlight flowed silently over them, and the mottled black shadows fell on the curtains.

I don't know how long it took, but the man finally moved.

She slowly let go of her first hand, then carefully stretched out the hand that was interlocked with his fingers, and finally, he felt the man leave a negligible kiss on the back of his hand.

At that moment, Mo Bing's heart immediately made a decision, the hand that tried to separate from him was held by his backhand, and the man was obviously startled fiercely, breaking free and wanting to leave. Who is Mo Bing, since he has decided to catch the prey, he will definitely not be able to escape from the palm of his hand.