He didn't want to ask his father about these adult things, maybe he didn't understand it, but Dad seemed to deliberately not want him to know about the existence of those aunts, because Dad never brought them home.

Mo Yixuan stood up, his tall figure stretched all the way to the window, his face was as white as if he had been smeared with powder, and his inky jade eyes were also dim.

He didn't go back to fate, but said in a very low voice: "Rest early, Mo Ling." ”

After speaking, Mo Yixuan walked out of Yuanyuan's room.

However, when he returned to his bedroom, he could no longer restrain his inner breakdown.

He sat down on his hair, tears streaming from his closed eyes.

It's been 12 years, and it's been 12 years since she left him. In the past 12 years, he has tried his best to get her back, even if it is some despicable means, he has also used them. Yet she was getting farther and farther away from him.

And now, not only fate, but he himself knows that it is impossible for her to return to him, because after so many years, he can't see a trace of her love and reluctance for him from her eyes.

She would occasionally greet him with a few words of concern, but only politely.

There was an insurmountable distance between them.

In fact, until now, in the dead of night, he still thinks about her often, thinking about what she is doing, whether she can't sleep, whether she will be lonely. Even sometimes he regretted that he had tried his best to destroy her relationship with Ye Hao with Han Xue, causing her to experience so much pain and frustration later.

He thought that if it weren't for his destruction, it was possible that her marriage with Ye Hao would not have broken down. It's possible that she's happy now.

Thinking of this, Mo Yixuan pursed his lips in pain, and every time he thought of some past events, it was like a knife cutting his heart.

He remembers that when she first appeared in his life, she was just a 19-year-old girl, and now, she is 36 years old. She is no longer young, and she will never call him Brother Yixuan like she used to.

Time robbed them of their youth, and he robbed her of her happiness.

Mo Yixuan took a tissue and wiped the corner of his eye.

He hadn't cried in a long time, but some of the scars hurt so much that he couldn't breathe every time they were revealed.

He took out his phone from his pocket and, as if out of control, clicked on her WeChat.

Look at his familiar avatar.

They had talked a few days ago, and she asked him about fate, but after only a few words, she stopped talking.

Mo Yixuan typed a few words on the screen, then deleted them, and then typed in a few more words:

"How are you doing?"

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In the castle, He Xiyan had just finished taking a bath, she took a towel to wipe her undried head, and then picked up the hair dryer and dried her hair.

After doing all this, she took off the nightgown she was wearing and slept in only a thin nightdress.

She doesn't like thick pajamas because it's uncomfortable to fall asleep.

After getting into the quilt, He Xiyan found that the mobile phone he put next to the pillow was flashing green, and he saw that it was a WeChat message, sent by Mo Yixuan.

Ask her if she's okay.

He Xiyan replied with two words without hesitation: "It's okay!" ”

He often asked her that, and he always answered that.

After replying, He Xiyan put his phone aside.

She didn't get a good rest in the hospital, and now she's really tired.

It's just that she just fell asleep, but she was woken up by the sound of her phone ringing.