"For what? What exactly is this for? The luxurious clothes could not hide her embarrassment, and she crawled on the ground and tugged at the corner of the man's clothes, tears streaming down her face.

"I love you...... Do you know the road...... I can scatter all the men into the princess's mansion for you......" she sobbed, her face pale. The pale fingertips tugged at the corners of her black clothes, as if they held her hope in their hands.

The man standing in the hall, his face was covered with blood, his black robe was stained with blood, his deep pool-like eyes narrowed, flashed a touch of cruelty, and his shallow lips hooked: "But I don't love you, I will only ...... Let you die! ”

The palm wind swept by, it seemed to be very light, and it seemed to be very heavy, and slowly stroked the girl's forehead, like a lover's touch. Watching the girl fall like rags, her black eyes were gloomy.

The man in black squatted down, his pale and slender fingertips gently caressed the girl's bloodless face, his eyes were still cold, "I will stay by your side as you wish......" The corners of his lips hooked, and the smile instantly froze at the corners of his mouth, and his dark eyes were not warm at all.

The long black shadow stood up, the anger around him seemed to be able to freeze everything in the world, and the deep eyes looked at the bloodstained courtyard through the white shadow outside the door, slowly becoming curved and narrow, rippling with a little tenderness. From beginning to end, there was an elegant smile on the corner of his lips.

Although hollow and bordering on cruelty, the gentle mask instantly makes the man harmless and approachable.

"The Mo master is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world. Feng Rongxue, you have lied to me for a long time......"

A tear crossed his cheek, and the white shadow slowly dissipated in the air......

The warm palm touches the forehead, with an indescribable comfort and warmth. Let her be greedy, she doesn't want to wake up, she doesn't want to wake up, she just wants to sleep like this, and never face the annoying reality again. If even that relationship is fake, what else in the world can be trusted?

"Jin'er, it's time to wake up......"

The voice is as gentle as water, so cautious, beautiful and lingering.

Who is calling her?

She wanted to be a coward, she didn't want to go out, she didn't want to wake up, she just did it once, locked herself in a cage, didn't let any sunlight come in, she wanted to be quiet.

She covets the comfort and warmth of the moment, and it is actually a very happy thing to have someone in her ear calling her and thinking of her. However, the owner of the voice is not him, not the man who makes her love and hate to the core. He deceived her, and the deception was so bitter, her heart was bitter, and there was no warmth at all.

The instant hollowness in her chest was filled with unspeakable pain, and her heart seemed to be grabbed fiercely, rubbing Ling Chi constantly, without giving her the slightest chance to breathe.

Hurt......

It hurts......

She curled up unconsciously, her pale cheeks wrinkled like walnuts, and fine beads of sweat wet her forehead.

"Jin'er ......"

The call of gentle whispering, with anxiety, is a strong attachment that cannot be dissolved.

Suddenly, she saw a bright young man smiling in the sun, the corners of his lips grinning, as if he was constantly calling her nickname, and the doting between his eyebrows, as if the sun was shining all over the sky, warming her cold heart.

The pain of bone erosion spread with the heart to the whole body, as if drowning in ice water, cold and numb. The pain was mixed with the coldness to the bone, she was so afraid, although she was strong on the surface, she was still afraid, she was afraid that she would die like this. In fact, she is very afraid of pain, she is very afraid of loneliness and loneliness, but the more she is afraid, they will always surround her, always with her.

In the chaos, someone seemed to hold her hand tightly, and soon, a warm current passed down her fingertips to her heart, slowly warming her whole body, relieving the discomfort just now. It's still a little painful, but it's not cold.

"Jin'er, are you still cold?"

It's still that gentle voice, with a touch of melancholy, doting.

The person on the bed moved his lips, trying to say that she was not cold anymore, and there was no need to hold her like this anymore. In the coma, her brain was still awake, and she was grateful that someone was transmitting internal force to her to relieve her cold.

She tried hard to open her eyes, and after several attempts, she finally found a slit. The familiar face is close at hand, and the narrow eyebrows and eyes are tenderness that cannot be concealed, gurgling like flowing water, and it is clear when you look into it.

"Brother Feng......" The slender body bones plunged into the warm and wide embrace, her eyes were full of tears, she didn't dream, she finally saw him, she saw the brother who had always loved her and loved her, the brother who would hold her in the palm of his hand like a treasure. She can't be weak, just for a short while, close to his arms, like a family member to take care of her, so that she will not be lonely, will not be cold.

The pair of thick and powerful hands on his back patted him lightly, conveying a faint warmth, which suddenly made Mu Chujin feel very safe and comfortable.

"Princess......" seemed to sigh softly, and the deep voice called softly.

The person in her arms stiffened, Mu Chujin leaned back suddenly, leaving the warm embrace without a trace, she lowered her head apologetically, her eyes dodged, and she bit her lip, "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person......"

"No hindrance......" The narrow eyes drooped down, covering the sadness that fell in an instant.

Mu Chujin slowly shrank into the quilt, only to feel a burst of pain in her chest, she bit the corner of her lip in pain, looked up and asked, "What happened to me just now?" How do you feel weak all over your body? Why is the body so weak? He frowned as he asked.

Qin Youqing pursed his lips and explained: "You had a fever last night, and you only retreated this morning, eat something, rest for a few days, and you should recover." As he spoke, he picked up the bowl and spoon on the table, scooped a spoonful of white porridge, and gently handed it to Mu Chujian's lips.

Looking at the sweet and soft white porridge in the spoon, Mu Chujin was stunned for a moment, and for a moment, his eyelashes drooped, and he said lightly: "Xie Luxie, I'll come by myself." He took the spoon in Qin Youqing's hand and ate it slowly.

Qin Youqing pursed his lips, his face was slightly pale, his shallow lips trembled, and he suddenly coughed uncontrollably. He quickly pulled out a silk handkerchief and covered his lips, and the cough gradually subsided.

"You're fine...... Mu Chujin hurriedly put down the bowl and spoon, patting his back gently, his face was burnt.

"It's okay, it's an old problem." Qin Youqing avoided Mu Chujian's touch and smiled at her with a hint of alienation. "You eat first, rest well after eating, if you need anything, you can go to Li Qing, I have to go out beforehand."

"Well, there you go." Mu Chujin nodded, looking at the back that was gradually moving away, indescribably lonely and thin. She suddenly felt a tightness in her heart, a little stuffy pain.

At the end of the curvy hallway, there was a violent cough.