Su Yunshu stretched out his hand to tighten the cloak for Su Yunran, and said gently: "Okay, let's go back." ”

After speaking, he didn't say much to Nan Shi, and escorted Su Yunran to the carriage in the distance.

However, before leaving, Su Yunshu turned around and glared at Nan Shiyan viciously.

Nan Shiyan: "······"

It's infuriating.

That's it, that person is the elder brother of the junior sister, and he can't do it.

Before getting into the carriage, Su Yunran looked from afar, and saw that Nan Shiyan was still standing in place, and the mountain wind blew his half-bundled black hair and noble white clothes, which could hardly hide his noble spirit.

He stood in the wind, looking at her with a smile, his eyes shining like stars.

The son is like jade, and the run is like the stars.

Smiling and standing, the sun and moon are dark.

Such a Nan Shiyan is like a son of a turbid world.

Feeling Su Yunran's gaze, Nan Shiyan hooked his lips at Su Yunran, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly.

Su Yunran clearly understood, and what he said:

"I'm fine, you can go home first."

Su Yunran smiled lightly, gestured to Nan Shiyan, and then got into the carriage under the urging of Su Yunshu.

Nan Shiyan watched the carriage gradually move away and did not move for a long time.

The mountain breeze blows, fresh and fluttering.

***

Inside the carriage, Su Yunran's hand in his sleeve slowly tightened, and in the end, he let go, closed his eyes lightly, and bit his lower lip.

No, it won't.

You can't go wrong.

You can't go wrong.

***

Jingwangfu ——————

The morning air carries some fresh moisture, and the flower branches outside the window are soft and proper, green and translucent, and there are crystalline and bright condensation on the tail of the leaves, rolling a few times.

The branches flickered, and the dew fell, smashing a broken jade on the ground.

Mo Qingchen sat on the couch and quietly took medicine.

The touch brought by the cool ointment has been wisps and entwined to the bottom of my heart.

Gong Linggui leaned against the table on the side, his tone quite surprised, "How long has it been since I saw you injured?" Who are you looking for? ”

Mo Qingchen didn't answer, put on the medicine, took the medicine cloth on the table and bandaged it, and carefully put the porcelain bottle and the light yarn into the space.

Gong Linggui said again, "Could it be that they made a move?" ”

Mo Qingchen walked to the table and sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and said in a dull tone, "No." ”

"Where did this wound come from?" Gong Linggui asked helplessly.

Mo Qingchen rubbed the teacup quietly, and his voice was as light as smoke.

"I volunteered."

Gong Linggui: "······"

Do not understand.

Obviously, he is older, why does Mo Qingchen seem to be older than himself?

However, Gong Linggui was puzzled again, and he wisely did not ask again.

Gong Linggui knew very well that what Mo Qingchen didn't want to say, even if others begged to cry, he wouldn't open his mouth.

That's it, since it's voluntary, what else can I say?

Mo Qingchen didn't look at Gong Linggui again, and looked out the window with a deep gaze.

This injury in exchange for Ah Ran's gaze stayed for him.

In that case, what does it matter if you are covered in scars?

Thinking of this, Mo Qingchen couldn't help but hook his lips, and his originally condensed gaze softened suddenly.

***

Yunshui Residence——————

Under the plain curtain, the pale little face was dripping with light sweat, and the eyebrows and eyes were full of pain and struggle.

"Ah Ling."

Suddenly, Su Yunran sat up suddenly, his little hands tightly covering his heart, panting rapidly, and closing his eyes deeply.

Who is it?

Who's calling her?

Such a hundred turns and thousands of times, confusing?

No one had ever called her like that.

Su Yunran smiled bitterly, looking at his slender and pale wrist, faintly visible pale cyan blood vessels.

Could it be......

If so······

What should I do?

***