It's night, and the lights are on.

Jiang Yingli was preoccupied, a few cups of hot tea were down, and he looked out through the oil-paper window, the strange town was very lively, and there was a faint sound of children laughing.

The loneliness in her heart grew stronger and stronger, and the nightmare that made her feel so real was once again like vines, madly entangled her.

Jiang Yingli didn't dare to close his eyes, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but think of Qiu Muyun covered in blood and in danger. Just thinking about it, it was as if thousands of silver needles were piercing through the cold light, until her heart turned into a hedgehog, full of holes, and it hurt so much that she couldn't breathe.

"Crazy!" Jiang Yingli couldn't let herself continue to stay in this empty room, and the strong feeling of suffocation was like an invisible net covering her, making her struggle to snatch the door out of the room as if she was running for her life, and ran out of the noisy outside.

Feeling the breath of red dust, Jiang Yingliang's restless heart settled down slightly, and the suffocating feeling of crazy shouting also subsided.

Jiang Yingli walked aimlessly and casually, dispelling the complicated thoughts in his heart, and his eyes also glanced at random everywhere.

Until a certain moment, a certain place, the light of the eyes unconsciously stayed on a figure standing with a hand in his hands, and he did not move for a long time. The figure was slender and tall but not rough, like an eagle in the night, and it was imposing.

The most important thing is that the person's gestures reveal the most familiar feeling to her, and the body shape and behavior all coincide with the figure in her mind.

Qiu Muyun! It had to be him!

Jiang Yingliang's eyes widened, and before she could react, her body couldn't help but catch up in the direction where the person was.

The figure seemed to feel something, and turned to look at her.

Ying Ting's sword eyebrows flew obliquely, his ink eyes were sharp and slender, his lips were thin and tight, and his contours were sharp and angular, looking extremely handsome, but wasn't it the Qiu Muyun that Jiang Yingli was thinking about?

Jiang Yingli was afraid that it was his own delusion again, or like the last time he was in the Qinglou, he missed the wrong person too much. But at the same time, a voice in her heart was telling her for sure that it was her Qiu Muyun.

Striding forward, the man seemed to be right in front of him, within reach, just a little more......

Suddenly, a faint fragrance wafted from the tip of Jiang Yingliang's nose, occupying all her breath in an instant, and the foot that stepped forward uncontrollably slowed down at this time.

The feeling of weakness in the limbs permeated again, followed by a feeling of lightheadedness and dizziness.

Qiu Muyun!

Jiang Yingli stretched out his hand, trying to grab something from the blurred eyes, but the next moment he still fell powerlessly into the darkness.

In the last moments of her consciousness, she suddenly heard a soft sigh.

What Jiang Yingli saw before he fell into a coma was not an illusion or a misidentification, it was really Qiu Muyun whose life and death were unknown.

When Jiang Yinglian's soft body fell towards the ground, Qiu Muyun quickly stepped forward and scooped her into his arms, stroked her thin waist with his hand, and subconsciously curled up, even harder.

This hug made Qiu Muyun frown, and his already restless heart became even more uncomfortable, as if he was being grabbed by a big hand.

Jiang Yingli was lighter again, and the whole person lost a lot of weight, and the culprit was him.

"Reflection." Qiu Muyun's eyes rarely showed a look of struggle and wavering, his thin lips opened slightly, and he murmured softly.

As soon as Mao had seen him like this, he felt that it was not good, and hurriedly interrupted his thoughts: "The overall situation is important, now is not the time to talk about the love of these children." If you delay here for a moment, the danger will be even more, and it may even involve this girl. ”

Qiu Muyun's hand tightened even tighter, his eyes returned to a clear one, and he didn't have the slightest struggle, but he couldn't just throw Jiang Yingliang away.

"I know, at least let me send her back." Jiang Yinglian's appearance here was really an accident, which made Qiu Muyun couldn't help but feel his mind surging, and he was almost caught off guard.

He went to great lengths to set up such a game, if he really let Jiang Yingli see him, not only would he lose all his previous efforts, but he might also cause an unimaginable backlash.

This is a consequence that he cannot afford at present.

Basically, there was no need to ask, Qiu Muyun figured out Jiang Yingliang's foothold, turned over from the window very neatly, and then carefully put Jiang Yingliang on the bed as if he was treating a rare treasure.

Qiu Muyun pulled the quilt and covered her for her, seeing her quiet sleeping face, the foot that wanted to be lifted couldn't be lifted at this moment, and she sat on the edge of the bed with deep eyes.

In just a few days, Jiang Yinglian's whole person has lost a lot of weight, his chin has been reduced a lot, and the flesh on both sides of his cheeks has also been reduced a lot.

It seems to have returned to the past, when Jiang Yingli first married herself, she was abused and scolded by Wu Qiuniang all day long, and she was pitiful and thin.

"I'm sorry." The thought called guilt in his chest churned into a sea, constantly impacting him, making Qiu Muyun couldn't help but murmur in a low voice, his eyes were deep, but he was still as affectionate as ever.

Under the effect of the medicinal power, Jiang Yingli naturally knew nothing about the outside world, just lying quietly on the bed, silently.

Suddenly, there was a whistle outside the window, Qiu Muyun's eyes tightened, it was a signal that Mao had urged himself, he couldn't stay here any longer.

"Wait for me." Qiu Muyun took a deep breath, it was best not to resist the surging thoughts in his chest, he leaned over uncontrollably, and imprinted a kiss on Jiang Yinglian's lips.

"You must wait for me." Qiu Muyun clenched his fists, pressed his strong reluctance, his eyes tightly wrapped around Jiang Yingliang's delicate face, and finally gritted his teeth and closed his eyes in pain.

If he looked at it any further, he was afraid that he himself would fall.

A gust of wind blew, the oil-paper window trembled slightly, and in the room, only Jiang Yingli was left, and his gentle and shallow breathing was rhythmic evenly.

"Qiu Muyun!"

The medicinal power dissipated, Jiang Yingli remembered it again, and immediately returned to consciousness, and immediately sat up from the bed, and the memory in his mind was still on the face he saw Qiu Muyun last night.

At this time, Zhang Wen was holding breakfast, and as soon as she heard the movement inside, she pushed the door in, and saw Jiang Yingliang's reaction so much, she couldn't help asking: What's wrong with Yingliang? But a nightmare? ”

This situation seems familiar, and it happened not long ago, so Zhang Wen's first reaction was to think that she was having a nightmare.

"I've seen my father-in-law!" Jiang Yingli excitedly lifted the quilt and stepped forward to grab Zhang Wen, "I saw him on the street, did he come back?" Did you see him? ”

Seeing that Jiang Yingli was like a magic barrier, Zhang Wen sighed slightly, put breakfast on the table, and looked at her eyes and couldn't help but feel distress and sympathy.

"You eat the porridge first, and we'll go back later." At that moment, Zhang Wen made a decision, she couldn't let Jiang Yingli go on like this, and continued, for fear that she would go mad and go crazy.

So, Zhang Wen and Lu Qingshan forcibly took Jiang Yingli back to the embroidery workshop.