It is undeniable that Su Yunran is indeed very beautiful, whether it is the face that captivates the country and the city, or the kind of temperament and unparalleled style on his body, he is thrillingly beautiful.

However, Su Yunshu felt that Xiao Ran was the cutest when he was still smiling carefree.

This is what he wants to see.

is so gentle and generous, calm and calm, and can be on his own, Xiao Dye is too distressing.

Su Yunshu felt that Xiao Ran should be like this, being pampered, living well, and being happy.

However, this is not the case.

Xiao Ran's weak body and discarded meridians have always been a regret in the hearts of everyone in the Su family.

All along, everyone has been carefully protecting, and watching Xiao Ran recuperate with great patience, always thinking that in this way, Xiao Ran will slowly get better.

However, the reality is always so cruel, and it often pours a basin of cold water on the head to force people to wake up.

That way, I was caught off guard.

Such a lovely little dye, there are not a few years.

Su Yunshu has always been reluctant to accept such a reality, but when all the imperial doctors said this, when Xiao Ran said, "Doctors don't heal themselves." It was only then that he really realized.

There are some things that you have to face.

There is nowhere to run.

Such a weak little dye, such a stubborn little dye, such a beautiful little dye.

Every time Su Yunshu glanced at it, he would feel a little more pity, a little more sourness, and a little more pain.

He couldn't bear it.

The little dye who captivated the country and the city, the well-behaved little dye, the one who would call him "third brother" softly. Xiao Ran, how could he be willing to let her leave forever?

Xiao Ran is still so young, and there are still many good times waiting for her, how can she leave like this?

Su Yunshu suddenly gave birth to a sense of powerlessness, and that feeling was born from the bottom of his heart, spreading at an extremely fast speed, until it infiltrated into the limbs and bones, and penetrated deep into the bone marrow and heart.

It cannot be eradicated.

The moonlight was shining quietly, and the soft string moon hung silently above the night sky, surrounded by bright stars and whispered with the sound of insects.

In the silence, the pale years slowly grow.

Su Yunshu leaned weakly on the trunk of the tree, his eyes were closed, and his clear face was full of sadness, inextricably linked, getting richer and richer.

Suddenly, Su Yunshu opened his eyes, his eyes were sharp, he stood up straight and looked at the person.

Lin Shu fell silently, held a cyan cloak and handed it to Su Yunshu, and said respectfully: "Third son, Miss asked her subordinates to hand over this thing to you." ”

Su Yunshu was slightly stunned, then reached out to take it, and his slender and rough hand stroked the soft fabric of the cloak, the fine stitches, and his eyes couldn't help but surge with a mist.

"The Third Son." Lin Shu bowed slightly, and said, "Miss asked her subordinates to tell the third prince that the night was cold, and I hope the third prince will rest early." ”

A faint smile spread at the corner of Su Yunshu's mouth, he gently stroked the cyan cloak, gently unfolded it and draped it, tied the belt, nodded to Lin Shu, and said, "I'm tired." ”

Lin Shu was silent, only bowed slightly, stepped lightly on his toes, his figure flashed, and disappeared in place.

Su Yunshu wrapped in a cyan cloak and slowly walked to his room, smiling with his eyebrows.

The rippling and clear moonlight sprinkled down, giving Su Yunshu a layer of soft color, fainting with silver glow.

***

A few days later, the empress led everyone back to the imperial capital.

Because of the previous incident of the Cassia Beast attacking everyone, Gong Zhaohui sent a lot of troops to escort them, and it was very majestic.

The seriously injured Miss Su Jiaqi finally woke up, and her injuries gradually improved. Because many people were injured a lot, the speed of travel was much slower.

On the way back, Su Yunran never showed up, either in the carriage or in the room, the Su family sent a lot of guards, and they have been strictly guarded, even Su Yunhua and Su Yunshu rarely appear in everyone's sight.

It seems that there is some kind of tacit understanding, Su Yunhua and Su Yunshu have been accompanying Su Yunran, telling her interesting stories, or chatting, trying all kinds of ways to make her happy.

It's just that he doesn't talk about the words of those imperial doctors.

Perhaps, both Su Yunshu and Su Yunhua believe that there is a sacred thing - a miracle.

Xiao Ran is so powerful, and with so many people accompanying her, everything will be fine.

Isn't it?

The rain outside the window was dripping, smashing on the branches and leaves, washing away the dirt and dirt on them, and the soft and flexible branches danced in the rain.

The drizzle is clear and clear, and the evening breeze is swaying.

Su Yunran sat bored by the window, wrapped in a white cloak, his delicate face was pale, his slender and pale fingertips gently brushed the pages, and his thin pale lips were slightly pursed, and he couldn't see his emotions.

Su Yunhua sat quietly on the side, dressed in green outlining her beautiful figure, her slender hands were brewing tea, the fragrance of tea was curling, and her eyebrows and eyes were gradually blurred.

Su Yunshu sat aside and meditated quietly and cultivated, his spiritual power flowing endlessly, with a heavy breath.

Footsteps came, and after being reported, a palace maid walked into the room with a tray.