Prajna didn't seem to see the anger in Weak Water's eyes at all, and she didn't dare to look directly into Weak Water's eyes. Instead, he walked to the side and took a clean towel, carefully wiping away the cold sweat that kept pouring out of his forehead for the weak water.

"Princess, I'm sorry. ”

Everything in front of the weak water is getting more and more blurry, and the eyelids are getting heavier and heavier. In the end, she only heard this sentence in a daze, as if it had come from far, far away. After that, his eyes went black and he lost consciousness completely.

Pranya supported the weak water, who had fallen into a complete coma, and helped her to his bed, taking off her coat.

Although he knew that the weak water would not wake up for a while, he still lightly covered the quilt for her, and moved the burning charcoal basin not far from the bed.

After that, Pranya changed into the coat that he had just taken off from the weak water, and took out a delicate mask from his baggage, and carefully pasted it to his face.

Comb your hair in the mirror with the same hairstyle as the weak water, and another weak water appears in the mirror. After taking care of everything, Prajna blew out the candles in the house, locked the door, and walked towards the room with weak water.

Stepping on the thick snow, Pranya entered the door and brushed away the snowflakes that fell on his hair and body. After the ice and snow chill on his body subsided, he slowly approached the bedside.

Mu Qiannian, who was open between the eyebrows on the bed and leisurely like a green mountain in the distance, was asleep, and if she had followed the weak water for many years, she knew that before she came to see her just now, she would definitely click on Mu Qiannian's sleeping hole.

Although Weak Water has Mu Qiannian in her heart, when it comes to her younger brother, His Royal Highness Rong Yunxiao, the Dust King of Tianji Country, she still doesn't want anyone to know.

Praruo took off the black cloth belt of weak water on his body, tied Mu Qiannian's mouth, and then took action to untie the sleeping hole on his body.

Mu Qiannian, who was asleep, suddenly felt a gust of cold wind coming, and couldn't help but reach out and want to pull the quilt, but he didn't pull it after pulling it a few times, and he finally woke up in a burst of cold.

Mu Qiannian, who was sober, saw that the quilt that was originally covering his body had been lifted aside by the "weak water", and he was pressing it with his hands, no wonder he couldn't pull it just now.

"Weak Water" sat on the edge of the bed with his long hair scattered and his clothes half-open, the candles in the room had long been extinguished, and only a few rays of moonlight leaking through the cracks in the window lattices could barely make people see everything in the room.

"Weak water, what's wrong with you?" Mu Qiannian grabbed the shoulder of "weak water" with one hand, and had to untie the black cloth tied to his mouth with the other hand.

However, due to the tight binding of the "weak water", Mu Qiannian, who was one-handed, couldn't untie the black cloth strip on his mouth for a while, and his concerned and gentle inquiry could only turn into a slurred whimper.

"Weak Water" suddenly made a move and pushed Mu Qiannian to the side, Mu Qiannian's back hit the horizontal log on the edge of the bed, and he supported his body with his hands in pain.

Doubt, panic, and helplessness flowed in his eyes, but in the end, they turned into tenderness and pampering. His mouth was tied and he couldn't speak, but what he was thinking in his heart was that he was upsetting "weak water"?

Or did "Weak Water" suddenly regret keeping him in his own house, or did they just ......

While his thoughts were circulating, Mu Qiannian endured the pain of being hit on his back, and he didn't bother to use his hands to untie the strip of cloth that tied his mouth, but stepped forward and opened his arms, trying to take the "weak water" into his arms.

However, before Mu Qiannian could get closer, "Weak Water" didn't know where to suddenly take out a dagger, and the sharp tip of the knife flashed in the extremely dimly lit room, as if to tell Mu Qiannian that "Weak Water" was not joking with him.

Mu Qiannian was immediately stunned, and his mind went blank.

When there was a sharp pain all over his body, he realized that he had been grabbed from the bed by "weak water" and thrown into the corner. The cold wall clung to the back that had just been hit, but the pain in his body was not as severe as the pain in his heart.

"Weak Water" was holding a dagger and was approaching him step by step, although there was no expression on her face, but he could see the killing intent in her eyes.

This kind of killing intent is different from that night, when the weak water raised his sword to stab him, this kind of killing intent at this time made him feel like he was being poured a basin of snow water on his head, and every pore on his body was trembling.

"Weak Water" finally walked to his side, leaned down and grabbed the underwear on his chest, and said in cold words word by word: "Mu Qiannian, I have never loved you. ”

Mu Qiannian was shocked, shaking her head desperately, her wide eyes full of incomprehension and disbelief.

"Weak Water" let go of the hand holding Mu Qiannian's underwear, put his mouth to his ear, and sneered softly: "I know you don't believe it, but your brother Mu Xingyu has harmed me so far, why do you think I will love you." ”

"It's just because of this face of yours, this face that looks very similar to Mu Xingyu. With a faint voice, the hand of "weak water" gently stroked Mu Qiannian's cheek.

"If I had been good to you, it was just for the sake of this face, from beginning to end, you Mu Qiannian was just a stand-in, but you still stupidly thought I loved you. ”

"The reason why I brought you back is just to use you to lure out Mu Xingyu for revenge. ”

"I know, you are really good to me, but it's a pity, a stand-in is a stand-in after all......"

The words of "weak water" continued, every word, every sentence, like a sharp knife, pierced into Mu Qiannian's heart mercilessly.

It turns out that the person who makes the weak water lonely, makes the weak water lonely, makes the weak water sad, and makes the weak water hate is his brother.

It turned out that on the night of the cave, what the weak water said was that she had recognized her identity, and she was stupid enough to introduce her for a long time.

It turned out that the reason why Weak Water let herself stay was just to use herself, but she was still stupid and tried everything to make her happy.

It turned out that Weak Water accepted her heart just because of her brother-like face, and she wanted to accompany her for the rest of her life.

......

The mouth of "weak water" was still open and closed, but Mu Qiannian couldn't hear what she was saying anymore, his chest was in a heart-rending pain, and the sour pain in his heart made him feel as if he couldn't breathe.

"Weak Water" was still attached to his body and stared at Mu Qiannian condescendingly, Mu Qiannian only saw the direction of the eye level in front of him, the half-open clothes, and the cinnabar mole on his chest was faintly exposed.

This made his heart hurt so much, if it weren't for this cinnabar mole, he could still lie to himself, the "weak water" standing in front of him at this time may be fake.

But the cinnabar mole on his chest made Mu Qiannian unable to deceive himself anymore, this is really weak water, it is the weak water that was taken into his arms a few hours ago, and he can't wait to rub it into his heart, it is the weak water that he wants to accompany her for the rest of his life.

Mu Qiannian's eyes that were as vast as a sea of stars dimmed little by little, and while the light in his eyes disappeared, his heart was also cold little by little, like the snow outside the window, heavy and deep.

"Weak Water" saw Mu Qiannian leaning against the corner of the wall in a daze, and finally used the dagger in his hand to cut the strip of cloth tied to his mouth.

Mu Qiannian, whose mouth was finally free, did not angrily blame "weak water", nor did she ask her why out of control, but raised her head and tried her best to prevent the mist in her eyes from rolling down into tears.

The corners of his mouth hooked a smile that was uglier than crying, and let out a hoarse laugh of great sorrow and despair.