The whole sky has been washed white by the falling snow.

Outside, wrapped in silver.

The branches of the dead wood, also condensed by the ice crystals, shone brightly.

Mu Yurong climbed out of bed.

Witnessing such a white world, the impetuous heart is also slightly settled.

Suddenly, I remembered him last night, and I also thought of the few slaps that fell on his face, and I didn't feel a pain in my heart.

Stretch your waist and sweep away the fatigue.

Covering the wonderful carcass in his new clothes, he pushed open the door and saw a hearty breakfast spread out on the table.

Ling Xiang glanced at it, but didn't speak, and sank her face as if she was concentrating on her food.

A woman's heart, how can she not perceive changes.

Mu Yurong's steps were small, she sat down beside her, picked up her chopsticks, and picked up the soy milk. But he didn't know how to speak, but he had to look at Ling Xiang quietly.

The lines of Ling Xiang's side face are extremely beautiful, like the petals of a poppy.

Mu Yurong plucked up her courage and spoke.

"Sister Ling, morning. ”

Ling Xiang still didn't turn her face sideways, only said softly.

"Early. ”

Mu Yurong said.

"My sister made this breakfast?"

Ling Xiang said.

"It's not me, it's him. ”

Mu Yurong couldn't help but smile, there was a slight change.

"He still has such skillful hands?"

Ling Xiang said lightly.

"He needs to take care of himself, from a very young age. ”

Ling Xiang woke up from his sleep and found that he was wrapped in a quilt, trembling incessantly, and hot tears were falling from his closed eyes. No matter how tough you are, it's just to hide the fragility of your heart.

Ling Xiang's hands trembled quietly, and her breathing became thicker.

Mu Yurong hurriedly came up, patted Ling Xiang's back soothingly, and whispered softly in her ear.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Ling Xiang actually hugged Mu Yurong all of a sudden, and there was a splash in her eyes.

Ling Xiang cried.

"Am I bad? Am I not worthy of him?"

The voice was so choked that Mu Yurong's heart was about to break.

Mu Yurong said softly.

"Of course not. ”

"Without his sister by his side, how can he live!"

Looking around, he couldn't see him making breakfast for his second daughter, Mu Yurong couldn't help but ask.

"Isn't he there?"

Ling Xiang was still whimpering, the makeup on her face was stained with tears, and she gasped for a long time before she said intermittently.

He ...... He ...... early in the morning Only...... Woo...... Woo...... Just out of ...... went. ”

Mu Yurong took Ling Xiang's hand and said.

"Let's go to him. ”

Ling Xiang was stunned while crying, and said.

"What are you looking for him?"

Mu Yurong said.

"Of course, it's to ask him clearly, ask him what he thinks, and ask him when you can get married. ”

Such words simply made Ling Xiang's face blush and her heart beat.

But Ling Xiang still withdrew her hand, panicked, hesitating, overflowing on her tear-soaked cheeks.

"Don't. ”

Ling Xiang was afraid.

Of course, what is lingering is that his background is not good.

Before Lu Muqing accepted her as a righteous daughter, Ling Xiang actually had a debauched career, and she didn't spare her body, let alone think that sleeping with different men was indecent.

But now, Ling Xiang is ashamed of her past.

So I could only watch him carry Mu Yurong on his shoulders, so he could only be silently jealous in his heart.

Mu Yurong is a man of action.

Mu Yurong had already stood up.

Only put a fox fur on his body, and rushed into the snowflakes that were fluttering in the sky.

Ling Xiang still sat quietly on the chair, and Mu Yurong's words came to her ears.

"When I get back, good sister. ”