Mo Wangchen hung his head slightly and didn't answer, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yun Weiyang knew that he needed a process, so he didn't rush.

She took Zi Ling to the stone table and sat down, and a pot of tea was warm on the stone table, so she reached out and poured a cup and tasted it quietly.

The courtyard was quiet, and only the hazy light of the moonlight passed leisurely......

I don't know how long it took, Mo Wangchen finally raised his head, and there was an indescribable firmness in his dark eyes.

He pursed his lips, walked slowly to the stone table, and sat down on the stone bench opposite Yun Weiyang.

Yun Weiyang smiled, raised his hand and poured another cup of hot tea, and personally handed it to him.

Mo Wangchen looked at her quietly, no one spoke, time seemed to freeze at this moment, and after a long time, he finally reached out and took the teacup, and a look of relief slowly appeared on his face.

He clenched the teacup in his hand tightly, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were like earthworms about to emerge from the soil: "I have never told anyone about my life experience......

Yun Weiyang took a sip of hot tea gently, lowered his head to tease the thin wings of Ziling on the back of his hand, and said in a faint voice: "I haven't asked, I just want to wait for the day when you are willing to tell me."

Mo Wuchen smiled bitterly, and his eyes gradually became longer: "It was a past that had been sealed for many years, and now that I think about it, it is really like a dream of Nan Ke, twelve years ago, Tianxuanguo was not called Tianxuanguo, but Xuantianguo, it was the winter of Xuantian five hundred and sixty-three years, a snowy day, and the snow flying in the sky was thrilling......

And that year, I was only seven years old, and like all children of the same age, I enjoyed the grace and love of my parents, and my mother was a beautiful woman, and her dancing posture could be called rare and unparalleled in the world, but all my happiness also ended in that snowy winter......

I remember that it was my father's thirtieth birthday, and my sister and I had prepared a lot of gifts for my father, but when we pushed open the heavy and familiar door, we found that everything had changed......

The blood flowed like a river, the corpses were everywhere, there were wails everywhere, there were weeping everywhere, it was like purgatory on earth, so terrifying, so terrible, and my father was lying in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, and I clearly saw the unwillingness and resentment in his eyes......

Later, I ran away with my sister, only to see a large group of men smiling and surrounding my mother in the middle, I rushed up angrily, but my mother pushed me away, she screamed for me to go, she begged the men to let me and my sister go, she kept spinning in the snow, begging the men with the dance she was most proud of, until at last, she could no longer dance, and fell down like a withered petal.........

My sister and I did not escape the catastrophe after all, and my family also died tragically under the merciless sword one by one, and later, I was sold into slavery with the meridians of my whole body, and my sister was used as an official prostitute, and since then I have been displaced and separated from the two places, living a life of no one and no ghost or ghost, until today, it has been a full twelve years...... ah."

In the end, Mo Wangchen couldn't help but burst into tears.

A stubborn man who refused to bow his head in the face of all kinds of torture and humiliation, for the first time, cried like a child in front of an outsider.