At five o'clock in the morning, the sky in the distance had gradually shone bright, and on the attic on the second floor of Nantang, there was even breathing on the blue bed.

Mo Han looked helplessly at his hand that was tightly held by Xia Xingchen, and he could still feel her trembling all over, her body was hot, and even her forehead was covered with dense fine sweat.

Dongzi walked in with a basin of ice water, gently put the basin on the ground, wrung out the towel in the basin, and handed it to Mo Han, "Brother Han, Uncle Jiang said that ice water can also cool down, if it doesn't work, he will come over again to inject Miss!" ”

Mo Han let out a "hmm", folded the towel into a long strip and gently put it on Xia Xingchen's forehead, "Dongzi, I'm sorry for you." You go and rest first. If I have something, I'll call Uncle Jiang directly. ”

Dongzi scratched his head, "What Brother Han says, your business is my business." If you have any commands, just tell me. I'll go first, and I'll buy breakfast for you and Miss when it's dawn. ”

"Okay." Mo Han watched Dongzi leave, and it wasn't until he heard the sound of deliberately lightening the stairs that he turned his gaze back to Xia Xingchen. He took off the towel on Xia Xingchen's forehead and soaked it in the water, wrung out the towel with one hand, and put it on her forehead again.

Looking at the corners of her bruised mouth, his brow furrowed tightly. Reaching out and picking up a cotton swab, he slowly dipped it in the swelling potion, and then slowly rubbed it on the corner of her mouth. He sat quietly on the edge of the bed and watched her, his hand holding her tighter, and his gaze gradually becoming gentle.

With a soft sound, the mobile phone on the table vibrated slightly, and Mo Han quickly picked up the mobile phone, which was a text message.

Take good care of her, and leave the rest to me. 】

Mo Han's eyes were closely fixed on the signature of the text message, and then looked at Xia Xingchen with a wry smile. The person she loves is not him, and the person who loves her the most is not him. From the moment he saw her when he was a child, he knew that the person who accompanied her to the end could not be him, but at that time he felt that it was worth it to at least be by her side like this.

But the older he gets, the more he feels that she is getting farther and farther away from him. Although this was all the result of his own alienation from her, looking at her frowning deeply now, he suddenly had the illusion that she would leave him forever, the illusion that he was afraid.

……

Xia Xingchen disappeared two days after waking up.

That morning, she asked Mo Han to accompany her to church. However, when Mo Han went out to answer the phone and came back, the church was already empty, and the Leng family secretly dispatched all the people to look for her for two days, but to no avail.

The waning sun hid the last rays of light, and the study was suddenly covered in darkness.

The flames of the burning cigarettes flickered, the mist spread, and the air was filled with the smell of cigarettes. Leng Yan watched Mo Han walk in, took another puff of his cigarette, and then wrung it out in the ashtray that was already covered with a dozen cigarette butts.

Mo Han stabilized his mind and said, "Young Master, it's been found out." On the morning of the miss's disappearance, Bai Hong went to the hospital to see his wife, and the nurse said that he had made a phone call in the ward. The lock on the back door of the church has also been moved. ”

looked at him coldly, pursed his lips, and his eyes gradually became cold. In the silence, he paused and spoke, his voice weak and resolute, with a faint bitterness, "Mo Han, bring more people, if she is really in Bai Hong's hands, you know what to do." I can't do it, but you can. If someone had given her a finger, I would have shot myself in the head! ”

Mo Han looked at him, didn't say anything after all, nodded and walked out.