Mo Ran straightened the wide sleeves of his robe: "Don't worry, I'll tell you the truth." ”

"Mo Ran, you ......," Qilin widened.

"Hehe, got it. Although the thick fog that hung over his heart became heavier and heavier, Mo Ran remained silent.

"That's good. Kirin snorted angrily.

Mo Ran got up: "I'll go back to the room first." ”

"Hmm. ”

Mo Ran, who had just stepped out of the threshold with one foot: "Qilin, thank you." He didn't stay to listen to Kirin's possible answer, but stepped out of the other foot in the threshold.

He was really grateful to Qilin, grateful for everything he had done for Leng Yue and himself.

The jade curtain flickered fluorescently, and the people were silent. The jade face of the unicorn was under the swaying jade curtain, and his face flickered brightly and darkly.

The feather fan shook gently, and he laughed silently, dyeing the red plum tree by the window, and the plum petals seemed to be about to be unable to bear the brilliance of the moment, and they were crumbling.

Because what he wants is not gratitude, but a place in the heart of that man, but it seems that he has hoped for it.

I don't know when the flaming robe of the unicorn became more and more empty, and the wide sleeves became wider.

Mo Ran, who was just about to return to the room, saw the two people in the lobby downstairs who were chatting happily, Xue Ying and a man in a light green robe with jade hair tied up.

He should be the jade toad that Qilin said in his mouth. Because of Qilin's words, Mo Ran's gaze at the jade toad became more detailed.

The jade face is vermilional, the ink eyes are straight, and the figure is slender, but it is a little thin. But in general, Jade Toad is a beautiful man who can easily gain the favor and affection of others.

Mo Ran's hand couldn't help but support the jade flute on his chest. What about Yue'er? Will she also like such a man? His mood was slightly lost, and his color faded.

There are always excellent men around him, and some are not inferior to him, and his heart is a little uncertain.

The jade flute seemed to feel Mo Ran's mood fluctuations and uneasiness, and shook it slightly, lightly burning Mo Ran.

Mo Ran's first thought was not the burning pain, but the scorching light bursting out of his eyes, Yue'er-

The style of people standing against the corridor disappeared.

"Yue'er, Yue'er, can you hear me speak ......" Mo Ran's face was irrepressibly excited. The fingers lightly touched the jade flute.

Long. Mo Ran's breathing slowly fluctuated: "It's okay." He muttered, his voice was as soft as spring water, but the expression on his face was full of tears, "You will wake up soon, that's if I will tell you well......"

The wind blew away the Hunan curtain, and a few butterflies flew back and forth with the plum blossoms in the window outside the window.

Twilight was like smoke and gradually fell from the sky.

Time passed, and he unconsciously pursed his lips and smiled, clear and shallow, just like Leng Yue's smile.

The soft charm like the spring breeze, the pair of eyes where the light of the whole world gathers, deep and mellow.

At night, a pair of golden eyes, through the thick black clouds, through the rubble, looked straight at the man in the room, the compassion and forbearance in his eyes were thicker than the night, more vast than the sea.

His eyes turned to the woman in the next room who was reading a book, her eyes were complicated and difficult to understand.

With a flash of golden light, his figure fell outside her door.

The people outside the door stood quietly, their bodies like hundred-year-old pines and cypresses, rooted on the cliffs, not moving at all.

Until the sound of the beating bell sounds—

The golden light flashed and disappeared into the sky.

The woman in the room, a crystal tear in the corner of her eye, rolled into the candle. The candlelight burned even brighter.

But the night was deeper, and the man had no intention of sleeping.