At that time, the snow was already falling a little heavily, and it made a dull sound when it fell on the robe.

The woman in the pink shirt stood quietly in front of the pavilion, and after a while, the inky green silk had been stained with a layer of bright white. The silver snow shrouded her in it, making it more and more difficult for people to see her expression, as if even the bright colors of her body had become a little illusory.

Should we be grateful for this snowfall, which is getting heavier and heavier, and is like a human being, with a clear and exquisite mind?

Otherwise, how could she be so perfectly kept out of all emotions?

Otherwise, how can she hide her fluttering eyelashes and surging eyes?

While all eyes fell on the weak and beautiful white robe, she stood in a ruthless posture that bordered on indifference, and never looked back at him the whole time.

She didn't dare to ......

She regretted it......

Maybe everyone here will think that she didn't have to bury the frail and sick Prince Min after he died, so she did everything possible to win the leader of Mingxiang Juxian, so as to exchange for a promise to "abolish life and martyrdom" to the emperor.

She can not care what those people think, but what about Si Yunyin? What would he think?

Although there is expectation in my heart, I still can't help but laugh at myself. In this case, I'm afraid everyone will think like that, right? If it were her, she must have felt that the person who made such a request was a ruthless and unrighteous cold-blooded person.

So, what qualifications does she have to make that arrogant man understand her?

However, it has come to this point, but there is no turning back no matter what.

Mo Lan no longer knew how to face those misty eyes, she was afraid that when she turned around and saw his bloodless face, the surging guilt and self-blame would tear her apart.

Alas......

She sighed heavily in her heart, hoping that afterwards, he would still be willing to listen to her explanation.

On the other side, Si Yunyin was almost silent in an indifferent posture in the eyes of others, and he never glanced at Mo Lan.

Only the blood flowing in his cavity reminded him that he couldn't!

He was afraid that when he looked up and saw her smiling and calm appearance, he would no longer be able to suppress the fishy sweetness and burst out in front of everyone.

At this moment, they were like strangers from the two worlds, locked in their respective corners, tightly covering their wounds from being seen, afraid that a single look would make it even more flesh and blood......

Si Chengyue's eyes swept over Si Yunyin, and when he looked at Mo Lan, he became a little unfathomable: "Abolish the ...... of life and martyrdom"

In an instant, his eyes suddenly precipitated, and he shot sharply at the woman in front of him with a chill, and a cold cry sounded through the air-

"Shu Molan, you are so bold!"