Lin Fan sat on the top of the mountain, allowing the breeze to blow on his cheeks.

His eyes were fixed on the star that was very far away but very bright. But his thoughts had long been floating where they were.

Lin Fan is very kind, good at reflecting, and cares more about Ye Ningshuang.

Because of these three points, Chen Qingfeng's words naturally made him fall into chaos.

This chaos begins with selfishness.

Lin Fan felt that he was a little selfish. He had never thought about whether he was the best choice for Ye Ningshuang, nor had he ever thought that in the future, he might not be the same as Ye Ningshuang.

Once this idea comes out, the inferiority complex breaks through the defense line in his heart, like a storm, extinguishing all the little confidence that Lin Fan has recently established.

And once there is no confidence, what else can Lin Fan face Ye Ningshuang again?

When the sunrise beamed the earth under the cliff, Lin Fan's body, which had not moved for a night, finally moved stiffly. He stood up, dusted the dust on his body, and walked towards the courtyard.

The courtyard is still so familiar, with old wells, cellars, and everything that looks old.

Lin Fan stepped into it and felt strange to all the familiar things he touched casually, but he still pushed open the wooden door and saw Mo Yu who had been guarding Ye Ningshuang for a night, and also saw Ye Ningshuang sleeping.

The strong sunlight behind the wooden door hit Lin Fan's body. Mo Yu had an illusion that it was inexplicably rising. She suddenly felt that Lin Fan was a little thin and a little pitiful.

His pretty face was full of decadence and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes.

Mo Yu's heart trembled, and suddenly felt that what the sixth elder Shen Qingfeng, whom she had agreed to, did might be a very cruel thing for Lin Fan. There is also the word "use" behind it, which is using Lin Fan's kindness and his care for Ye Ningshuang.

Lin Fan didn't know all this, nor did he know how many times Chen Qingfeng's words said last night had been repeatedly pondered, and how many people he had asked about his personality.

After pretending to be a normal person, he asked, "I'm afraid I'll have to sleep for a long time, right?"

But his voice was forcibly shaking slightly, and Mo Yu heard it, but his face, which was a little pale into his bones, was seen by Mo Yu.

At this moment, Mo Yu felt as if he had been cut by a sharp blade in his heart. He didn't know how to answer Lin Fan, so he could only nod.

If Lin Fan scratched his head normally, he didn't know how to speak.

Mo Yu was about to speak but stopped and finally said, "It seems you haven't slept all night, otherwise you'll go and rest first?"

Lin Fan knew that it was normal to not sleep with Mo Yu's cultivation for several days and nights, so he nodded and said, "Then I'll come back tonight."

"Yeah, go." Mo Yumu sent Lin Fan away.

Lin Fan closed the wooden door and returned to his hut. He found that Liang Jingyu and Xie Wanzhi who had lived here were gone. Without thinking deeply, he lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling to sleep.

But I found that I couldn't sleep anyway.

There are so many things that cannot be sorted out, but they are filled with mess in my mind.

Lin Fan looked at the ceiling like this, and kept seeing the darkness, his eyes were sluggish, and his heart was extremely sad.

When starlight shot into the hut and hit him in the face, Lin Fan sat up and walked towards the hut.

It's almost the same as the early morning scene.

Mo Yu saw Lin Fan again and found that his eyes were covered with blood. His heart aches again, but he still wanted to speak but stopped.

Lin Fan still pretended to be normal and spoke first: "Elder, go and rest for a while. I have enough sleep. You will come again tomorrow."

After hearing this, Mo Yu stood up dullly, nodded subconsciously, walked out of the wooden door. At the moment of closing the door, he saw Lin Fan sitting at the head of the bed, looking at the ceiling with his eyes.

She closed the wooden door, but her heart seemed to have knocked over the seasoning bottle and immediately became mixed with fragrance.

Mo Yu felt this feeling, but her steps were walking outside the courtyard. After only a hundred steps, her steps became more and more difficult.

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In the dilapidated old house, the oil lamp that fell on the ceiling was blown by the wind, reflecting Lin Fan's cheeks lightly and darkly.

Ye Ningshuang is still sleeping soundly. After taking the cicada saliva, this kind of sleep will last for several days.

So Lin Fan knew that she would not hear anything she said at this time.

But even so, he had been thinking about his own thoughts for a while. This time he was not cowardly, but just organized language in his mind.

During this period, Ye Ningshuang kicked the quilt twice and turned over once.

Lin Fan naturally covered her with thin quilt, and the only time he turned over was Ye Ningshuang facing Lin Fan's pretty face, as if waiting for his confession.

Looking at the familiar cheek in front of him that was no longer familiar, Lin Fan smiled, smiling happily.

This smile has been staged in this courtyard thousands of times, but this time Lin Fan seemed to have used up all the strength in his body.

Then no longer organize the language in your mind.

It was just extremely crisp and extremely quick and said: "I like you."

Ye Ningshuang's answer was that she kicked off the thin quilt again, but she seemed to have dreamed of something good, and she smiled unconsciously.

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Mo Yu walked on the stone road, his pace became more and more difficult, as if he was walking in a quagmire.

She knew that it was her sympathy that began to flood, but she could not stop it anyway.

Lin Fan had never slept. He knew that he was sad, but he pretended to be normal.

Mo Yu did not think deeply about what this meant, but she knew that Lin Fan might really let go because of the Sixth Elder's words, and everything was for Ye Ningshuang.

Mo Yu also knew that if a man could do this for her, she would be very happy.

So Mo Yu, who was walking, looked at the night sky tonight and said to herself: "Ningshuang will be very happy, right? At least the little blind man is kind to her wholeheartedly."

So, her steps stopped and she couldn't help but want to go back and see Lin Fan.

Mo Yu's journey back was no longer difficult, but faster and faster, gradually becoming a rushing attack, as if he was throwing the moonlight behind him.

After coming to the courtyard, she suddenly seemed to be trapped in the quagmire again, because she had no idea what she was going to do when she came back.

After three deep breaths, she came to the wooden door and gently pushed open it. She held up all the words she wanted to encourage Lin Fan but stopped in an instant.

In the old but tidy room, Lin Fan lay on the bed, his body was limp and seemed to have fallen asleep.

His face was squeezed and deformed, because Ye Ningshuang's arms were pressed on his face at some time.

This is a very harmonious picture, natural, as if it should have been.
Chapter completed!