Wash him back?

The brows that seemed to be in the distant mountains frowned a little more, and there was a green lan lingering, lingering.

This robe is so torn that there is no one in good condition from top to bottom, even if it is cleanly washed, no one can look at it, right?

When the quiet gaze touched a large area of shocking blood red, it suddenly became deep and precipitated.

Some of the scratches were still bleeding, and even his robe was stained with messy blood from her, so many deep and shallow scars all over her body, but she didn't feel anything, as if these wounds were not on her.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Si Yunyin asked lightly, the woman's image at the moment was really a bit miserable.

Kindness?

Mo Lan raised her eyebrows slightly, what he meant by this, she could understand it...... Are you concerned about her?

"What do you think?" She asked rhetorically, it's not iron, how can it not hurt?

"Why are you silent?" Even a tough man can't stand these scars, and her forbearance is really not ordinary.

"What else should I do? Crying dad and calling mother or shouting for heaven and earth? Mo Lan glanced at him amusedly, "The wound grows on his body, no matter how hard he cries, the most painful thing is himself, so why waste his strength on meaningless things?" No one can empathize with your pain, and no one can take your place to feel the pain, even if it is piercing, it is always your own business. ”

The clear eyes trembled, and Si Yunyin suddenly felt a faint discomfort in her heart, and she was inexplicably depressed for what she had just said.

Sighing lightly, he wiped away the slight confusion in his eyes: "Why be so strong." ”

"Get used to it." Mo Lan shrugged indifferently and pursed her lips slightly, "Maybe I'll hum twice when no one is around, but I'm not used to revealing my weak side in front of people, so if you want to see me grinning and crying out in pain, I guess it's not very likely." ”

Got used to it?

Si Yunyin lowered his eyes lightly, and his long, thick eyelashes covered the surging light of thought.

Accustomed to being alone in the face of everything and taking on everything? Or are you used to not sharing your joys and sorrows with others?

Silently, he took out a delicate small porcelain bottle from his bosom, dipped his pale fingers in some medicinal oil, and lightly stroked the woman's face.

When the cold fingertips touched the skin, Mo Lan suddenly fell into a dazed daze like an electric shock, and the beautiful and indifferent face in front of her was staring at her with a focused expression, which immediately made her feel numb.

It wasn't until her fingertips gently rubbed the medicinal oil and brought a slight burning sensation that she suddenly woke up, and immediately covered the wound on her face and screamed.

"Ah...... My face, it's over, it's broken!! Disfigured!! ”

Si Yunyin looked at her with a frantic look, and her thin lips hooked up an imperceptible smile.

It seems that she still has something in common with ordinary women......