The night ends, and the moon enters the galaxy.

The treetops shallowly touched the corner of the crescent moon, the wind blew without a trace, and the leaves fell soundly.

The midsummer evenings are the most enchanting, even without the piano and violin of elegant musicians, the songworms in the clusters of flowers and grass still play beautiful melodies. The galaxy is like hundreds of millions of diamonds poured by the gods in the night, but it can't fall to the feet, silently and slowly flowing in the dark blue night.

After suffering from headaches, Yun Luan was obviously extremely tired, and she curled up pitifully on a leather chair like a wounded cat, covered with a thin white blanket. The breeze blowing slowly along the window lattice was quite soft, only a faint coolness remained, but it still made Yun Luan can't help but shrink his fingertips.

Such a small movement was still keenly noticed by Nan Zheng, he turned his somewhat stiff neck, and then stood up and half-covered the window.

The long eyebrows like smoke from the distant mountains slowly stretched out, Nan Zheng lowered his eyes and stared at Yunluan's quiet and beautiful sleeping face, only to feel that the hibiscus flower in front of him seemed to be in full bloom, and the layers of pink and white petals bloomed one after another.

Such a beautiful woman is really right with her father.

There is nothing in heaven and no earth.

Although the whole person is as gorgeous as a peony, as luxurious as a peony, and as dusty as a hibiscus, his bones are still engraved with the noble character of 'out of the mud but not stained, and clear ripples but not demons'.

Nan Zheng sat on the hard stool again, staring at Yun Luan with deep eyes full of enthusiasm, what he loved was Yun Luan's strong and calm, but kind and innocent character, neither pretentious nor hypocritical, and the most rare thing is that Yun Luan is a woman who attaches great importance to love and righteousness.

For the sake of her comrades who died tragically in the first battalion that year, she could force herself to endure the severe pain and unbearable headache, and persevered in tracking down and investigating the truth behind the incident in the past two years. If this matter had been transferred to someone else, I am afraid that I would have felt exhausted under the weight of this majestic mountain range, and finally gave up halfway.

After all, Yun Luan is not only investigating the truth, but also guarding against people's hearts in the political circles at the same time, promoting step by step, and while being busy with government affairs, she also has to squeeze out a lot of time to deal with some villains who framed her, as well as representing the Hui Yao of the entire Yun clan to attend various charities or dinners in Xuan City.

If Nanzheng is a sophisticated and cold machine, then Yunluan is a computer that never shuts down. She worked day and night, busy, although she didn't say it, Nan Zheng knew from the faint cyan under her eyes that every night Yunluan would toss and turn, and it was difficult to sleep.

The picture of the bloody and tragic death of his comrades-in-arms is extremely impactful, and Nan Zheng, as a man, does not dare to guarantee that he can withstand such a bloody and cruel picture, let alone Yun Luan, a weak woman who is riddled with illness?

Thinking about this, Nan Zheng let out an inaudible sigh.

The white paper was messily scattered on the desk, and Nan Mo wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses without lenses, and lowered her eyes to carefully examine the medical record book in her hand. For Yun Luan's frequent attacks and headaches without any regular reason, Nanmo also felt a headache.

In the past two years, he has searched through almost all medical classics, whether it is Chinese medicine or Western medicine, but he has not found a cure for Yunluan's headache. Although Nanmo knew in his heart that this kind of headache was a soul imprint that would be laid down by God for all children with precocious talents, he just didn't want to bow his head and admit defeat.

In other words, Nan Mo, like Nan Zheng, does not believe in any so-called, bullshit fate at all.

The development of this headache can be said to be very simple and crude, but it is also gradual. To put it bluntly, the interval between attacks will become more frequent with age, and the pain will become more and more intense and unbearable, until it leads the patient to the ultimate fate--- brain death.

Once you fall into brain death, then it will be an eternal sleep.

Nan Mo closed the medical record book in front of him with a headache, his thumb and index finger pinched out two dark purple marks on the center of his eyebrows, he tried his best to cure Yun Luan's illness, but the reality still gave him a blow to the head, like cold water mixed with frost poured on his head, which was extinguishing the hope and miracle that Nan Mo was silently looking forward to in his heart bit by bit.

"What time is it?" He couldn't hide his tiredness and closed his eyes, and asked to march south.

"Half past six." Nan Zheng looked sideways at the clock on the wall, and his voice was low.

Before you know it, it's already half past six...... Nanmo blinked his dry and sour eyes, and after sorting out the messy paper and inspection reports on the table in an orderly manner, he put them into the drawer with a solemn expression. He stood up, pushed his chair away, and walked outside the door to look up at the starry night sky.

I remember that when I carried out the so-called 'secret mission', it was also such a clear and vast starry sky, and my comrades-in-arms at that time were still laughing and talking to each other, not knowing what kind of reward they would get after completing the mission? I don't know if I can go home to visit my parents and relatives who are worried about my family at home.

Now it's still the same vast starry sky, but unfortunately it's long gone.

Nan Mo listened to the sound of falling leaves, and the sound of insects chirping one after another. Pale clouds lingered on the blue night, like light smoke condensing in it. It's not far from the day when the truth is revealed, and when the truth is revealed and the lie is torn apart, I don't know if Zhang Tu and Butterfly will be eaten alive?

The corners of his lips curled with a cold smile, and he secretly prayed in his heart at this moment that those butchers must live a long life, and only by living for a long time can those who started the work and the butchers who helped the abuse, the devils, taste the real --- the taste called 'pain'.

Death is an easy thing, a bullet is too cheap for them, only life is better than death, pain is the most perfect punishment for those mad butchers.

The crescent moon is like a hook, and the moonlight is bleak.

Nanmo turned back to the infirmary, and the warm and soft light illuminated Yun Luan's quiet and tranquil sleeping face. He approached Nan Zheng's side, stared at Yun Luan with lowered eyes for a long time, and reminded softly: "It's time to wake up Miss Yun, otherwise if you sleep for too long, you will lose sleep at night." ”

Insomnia again......

Capturing the key point in Nan Mo's words, Nan Zheng's eyes dimmed slightly.

At this moment, it was really difficult for Nan Zheng to be ruthless, and call out the beautiful and graceful Yunluan who was sleeping so quietly and quietly in front of him from the sweet dream. He lowered his eyes and stared at the corners of Yun Luan's lips that were slightly upturned in his sleep, only to feel that the other party's smile was as shallow as water as better than the most beautiful scenery he had ever seen in this world.

How could he be willing to wake up Sleeping Beauty?

Seeing Nan Zheng's entangled expression, Nan Mo did not urge, but stood silently beside him, staring at Yun Luan with a quiet and soft gaze.

After struggling for a long time, Nan Zheng pursed his thin pale lips into a straight line, and finally forced himself to harden his heart and called softly: "Miss Yun, wake up, it's time to get up for dinner." Finding a reluctance to comfort himself, he raised his arm and gently touched Yun Luan's fingertips curled up under the thin blanket.

After the fingertips as white as jade trembled slightly, Yun Luan slowly opened his inky eyes. She looked at Nanzheng who had awakened her with a confused expression, and her mind, which had not fully awakened, floated like a soft cloud. A tear soaked in the thick eyelashes, and when Yun Luan blinked his eyes in confusion, countless tiny diamonds instantly dissolved.

Thousands of stars are not as good as your eyes.

Nan Zheng held his breath and stared at the beautiful scenery in front of him, for fear that if he breathed a little heavier, he would be frightened by the pure and clear beauty in front of him, like an elf straying into mortal dust.

Yun Luan stared at Nan Zheng in confusion, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes that were a little swollen from sleep, and then he was a little more conscious: "I'm hungry." She frowned slightly, and moved her gaze to Nan Mo's face standing beside Nan Zheng, and the emotions soaked in her eyebrows were quite aggrieved.

Nan Mo stared at Yun Luan, who had just woken up in front of him and was still a little childish, his already quiet and soft gaze became softer and softer, he poured a glass of warm water for Yun Luan and handed it over, and said softly: "Instructor Luo sent me a text message to inform me before, and I have prepared your favorite meal and dessert for you, and I guess it should be delivered later." ”

Yun Luan took the glass of water and sipped it lightly, nodding blankly.

Nan Zheng, who was sitting next to him, heard this, and his body suddenly fell into low pressure.

Nan Zheng repeatedly blamed and reviewed himself in the depths of his heart, why didn't he think of preparing some delicious desserts for Yunluan, he only knew that he was stupid and sat in the infirmary in a daze, but these small details of life were ignored by himself, and the gains really outweighed the losses!

He clenched his hands with a look of chagrin, wishing that time could be turned back now, and then he would definitely arrange all the dinners and desserts in an orderly manner while taking care of Yun Luan, and if he could, maybe he could also invite Yun Luan to take a walk in the barracks together, and a clearing outside the woods was the best place to watch the starry sky.

The beauty of the moon into the galaxy seems to be within reach.

"Hmm." Yun Luan tapped his jaw when he heard that the dinner had already been prepared by Instructor Luo. She lifted the beige blanket covering her body, and the cool evening breeze blew gently through the half-hidden window, stirring her long hair of Mo Yu, which had already been scattered.

The long ink-colored hair was wrapped around his arm, and after Yun Luan lowered his eyes and arranged his long hair, he was about to stand up, but he found that the world was spinning in front of him.

She involuntarily fell to the leather chair behind her, but fortunately, Nan Zheng quickly stretched out his arm to wrap around her slender waist, otherwise the back of his head would have hit the hard window edge. Nan Mo originally stretched out his arm, but Nan Zheng's body tightly blocked him in front of him.

Nan Mo's eyes moved slightly, looked down at his outstretched arm, and then curled the corners of his lips with a mocking smile, and silently withdrew this superfluous action. Although he has always been by Yun Luan's side and spared no effort to take care of Yun Luan, he and Yun Luan are people living in two worlds after all.

Can't make friends, let alone empathize.

The starlight sprinkled on Nan Mo's side face through the clear glass, he raised his eyes and looked at Nan Zheng in front of him, the manhood in front of him was extraordinary, although he had not fully grown up, but the king's demeanor engraved in his bones had gradually emerged, and he was born and noble in the lion group.

If all men are compared to lions, then Nan Zheng is the well-deserved king of the lion pack, just one look is enough to make others feel trembling and trembling from their souls, and then involuntarily bow their heads and surrender.

Between Nan Zheng and Yun Luan, it seems that they are born together.

Yunluan is like a phoenix carved from ice and snow, proud and noble, but cold-hearted: the Southern Expedition is like a lion made of scorching fire, calm and proud, but it burns as hotly as a blazing fire, which is enough to melt Yunluan's cold chill into countless tenderness.

Born to fit, born to know, this is what Nan Mo and Instructor Luo want, but they can't ask for it after all.

In the end, there is no fate, and there is no deep affection after the collision of souls. Nan Mo sighed silently, took off the silver-rimmed glasses frame and pinned it to the collar of his shirt at will, and turned his gaze to the starry sky outside the window, and the moon was clear.

Yun Luan sat back on the leather chair with Nan Zheng's careful support, she leaned on the soft and comfortable backrest dizzily, only to feel a constant feeling of nausea and vomiting coming from her stomach. She had experienced the sequelae of this headache countless times in the past, but today the attack was more violent.

After Nan Zheng carefully helped Yun Luan to sit on the leather chair, he whispered: "If you feel dizzy, you should sit for a while before standing up, otherwise you will feel chest tightness and a slight feeling of vomiting." Before he finished speaking, he brought a trash can and a glass of warm water to rinse his mouth, and waited by Yun Luan's side.

Looking at the trash can and mouthwash that Nan Zheng raised, Yun Luan shook her head helplessly, although the sequelae of the headache attack tortured her mental body very much, but it was not enough to reach the level of vomiting: "It's okay, I don't need these, you better put it --- first"

Before the rest of the words could be spoken, Yun Luan suddenly pursed her pale red lips.

An extremely deep and viscous feeling of nausea and vomiting rushed up from his stomach like a wave board, and the layers were piled up together, leaving no effort to oppress Yun Luan's already fragile mind and body. She held Nan Zheng's wrist with a pale face and trembling, and then lowered her head uncontrollably, retching in extreme pain.

Yun Luan tried his best to suppress the feeling of nausea and vomiting, but this time the sequelae were really turbulent and arrogant, like the tide of the rising tide, sweeping the hideous whistling waves, and one wave higher than the other slapped Yun Luan's already fragile stomach.

Vomit---

After a vomiting sound, Yun Luan could no longer suppress the spit out some pale yellow liquid, and the bitter taste spread between his lips and teeth, making Yun Luan retching in pain again. She stared groggily at the pale yellow liquid in the bucket, though it was only a pale white to her eyes.

Immediately after, she vomited out some pale yellow bitter liquid again, her stomach was burning like a fire, and the hot pain made Yun Luan even think of dying, this painful feeling destroyed her body and mind day after day, Yun Luan only felt that death was undoubtedly the best relief for her.

But......

If she died, what would happen to those comrades who died tragically?

And what about the relatives and clansmen in the Yun clan who have always loved and cared for her?

Thinking of this, Yun Luan forcibly ordered himself to cheer up, isn't it better to live than to die? It's not a big deal, as long as she endures it a little longer, and she can be fine...... Just bear with me.

Yun Luan hypnotized himself while clutching Nan Zheng's wrist with a painful expression, vomiting out some pale yellow liquid. The pale yellow liquid gave off a very bitter smell in the infirmary, and Nan Zheng sniffed the smell carefully and found that it was very bitter like medicine.

His eyes were gloomy as he stared at Yun Luan's painful and distorted face, only to feel that his heart was gradually corroding into countless bloody wounds as if it had been cut by a knife and arrow, and Yun Luan's painful gaze was undoubtedly the sharpest dagger among them, piercing deep into the softest depths of his heart.

Although people's joys and sorrows cannot be connected, Nanzheng can imagine how tragic the pain that can destroy the sanity will be.

Moreover, Yun Luan's headache has obviously occurred more than once, but has been repeated for many years, mercilessly tormenting and destroying Yun Luan's body and mind. He stared at Yun Luan's gradually dissipating gaze, and the look of pain that could not be concealed, and his heart became more and more painful and torn.

If there really is a god in the world, can you hear my prayer and take back the painful imprint engraved on Yun Luan's body?

If there really are gods in the world......

How can they care for the joys and sorrows of mortals, birth, old age, sickness and death?

Yun Luan's eyes trembled with her body, and after all the pale yellow liquid in her stomach was vomited, she felt that the feeling of vomiting and nausea was no longer so painful and intense. Just as she was about to sit up slowly and drink saliva to rinse away the bitter taste between her lips and teeth, a feeling of nausea and dizziness that was a hundred times more ferocious than before struck like a tsunami.

She turned pale and gripped Nan Zheng's wrist hard, but that kind of 'force' was no different from 'a gentle grip' for Nan Zheng.

Nan Zheng quickly brought the trash can closer to Yun Luan's mouth, and Nan Mo was also quickly looking for drugs to relieve the stomach and regulate vomiting. The medicine bottle in his hand made a rattling sound as he walked, and Nan Mo felt the collision of the pills through the medicine bottle, and his eyes staring at Yun Luan became darker and darker.

In the past, after Yunluan's headache attack, it would be more or less accompanied by dizziness, nausea and weakness and other sequelae of bad symptoms, but it is the first time that the symptoms are so strong that they vomit all the medicine that has not been completely digested today.

This is an extremely dangerous signal.