This is the palace of the Moon Clan. Xia Ziye has been washed and cleaned on the spacious bed, and she is lying there quietly...
Mao'er stroked the broken hair on Xia Ziye's forehead, "Brother, please wake up! Xiaocheng is getting married, why don't you wake up and bless Xiaocheng!"
Returning to the Moon Clan palace, Mao'er, under the guidance of Yue Shuiyun, injected his spiritual power into Xia Ziye's body. The Moon Clan's spiritual power indeed has the effect of condensing vitality. Originally, Xia Ziye's heart veins had been severed and her heartbeat was...
The heartbeat has stopped, and now the heartbeat has resumed, but the body is not weak yet, and is still in a drowsy state...
Mao'er took care of both sides, one was Ye Qingqing and the other was Xia Ziye, and Ziye really couldn't leave, so he was busy until night...
Canghan and Yue Shuiyun were indeed unwell, but they still stayed with Mao'er, which moved Mao'er.
"Squeak...!"
The door was opened, footsteps were approaching, and the cat turned his head when he heard the sound...
"Daddy!"
I don't know when Cang Han and Yue Shuiyun had gone out, but Mao'er had been guarding Xia Ziye. She was very tired. Really, everything was finally solved, and Ye Qingwu was cursed again...
Coupled with worrying about Xia Ziye, Mao'er's heart was extremely exhausted, but he was just holding on...
At this time, when she heard the door and saw Xia Xiang standing in front of her, Cat subconsciously shouted out, like a lost child meeting its long-lost parents%
Xia Xiang seemed to be much older. It was obvious that the two fathers and daughters had not seen each other for a long time, but at this moment when they met, his eyes were red and his heart was sour...
"Daddy..."
Mao'er's voice was choked, and he rushed into Xia Xiang's arms, hugging Xia Xiang tightly like a spoiled child...
"Daddy..."
"Daddy..."
This is the joy after reunion, this is the sincerity of joy...
"Cheng'er, I've suffered so much for you..."
Xia Xiang touched Mao'er's head, his eyes were red, this child, well... wasn't his biological child, but it was better than her biological child...
"Midnight, is he okay?"
Xia Xiang glanced at Ziye who was lying on the bed, and then said aloud.
"Dad, go check on big brother. Big brother is fine. Don't worry!"
Mao'er helped Xia Xiang to the bedside and looked at the sleepy Midnight, feeling that time was passing by.
"Cheng'er, I understand. In three days, you are going to marry Qingqing, right?"
Xia Xiang looked at Mao'er, his brows filled with kindness, and asked aloud.
Mao'er was stunned for a moment, then his eyes instantly softened, and he scratched the corner of Xia Xiang's clothes, "Dad, I'm sure this is the person. I'm willing to devote my whole life to him. I hope you and your brother can both sit at the table."
Witness this wedding and my daughter’s happiness..."
Mao'er said this with longing for the future and trust in this person...
Xia Xiang nodded, his eyes filled with relief, but his brows were filled with sadness, "Cheng'er, have you thought about it?"
Mao'er nodded, "Yes, Dad, I have thought about marrying this man..."
"But……"
Xia Xiang sighed...
"But what?"
Mao'er frowned and asked...
"Prince Chen, he has been outside. He didn't say hello when I came. He seemed to be in a state of despair. You should go and see him. Tell him clearly. It's better than him having his own shortcomings. Cheng'er, the past is just a blur. Dad wishes you all the best."
Everything is fine..."
Xia Xiang sighed, feeling distressed and confused about these children...
Suddenly I thought of myself...
"Cheng'er, it's not easy to meet someone you truly love in this life, and it's even harder to stay together. Just like your mother, I've loved her all my life, but she... ah... we missed it after all!
"
Xia Xiang wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and sighed.
"In this life, I can still see your mother before I die, which means I have fulfilled my wish. And dad doesn't want my Cheng'er to be tired. Daddy hopes that you will live a happy life! Xiao Cheng, can you understand?"
Hearing Xia Xiang's words, Mao'er knew that he must have talked with Yue Shuiyun. As for what exactly he said, she didn't want to ask anymore. This was the love and hate of their generation, and it would never be her turn.
say……
And after hearing what Xia Xiang said before...
Mao'er's heart was suffocated... At this moment, she suddenly remembered that there was a person she seemed to have forgotten for a long time... and was he always outside?
"Dad, do you think Jun Mojue is still out there?"
Cat opened his eyes wide and said suddenly.
Xia Xiang nodded, "Cheng'er, go ahead. Don't leave any regrets for yourself or others. Go and have a good talk with him!"
Mao'er nodded, feeling as if someone had knocked over the five-flavor bottle. There were all kinds of flavors...
She suddenly remembered that from the moment Bingcheng appeared, there was only Wuqing in her eyes, and she didn't seem to notice Jun Mo Jue at all. And Mao'er knew that since Bingcheng knew the existence of Qingcheng, he must also know about Jun Mo Jue.
the existence of...
Such neglect can only show that Bingcheng does not like Jun Mojue...
For a moment Mao'er felt that Jun Mo Jue, who was once so proud, was now here and lost everything at this moment because of her...
In Jindu Square, Bingcheng announced Qingqing's identity. Bing Qingqing was the first heir of the Fire Tribe. He told the world and gave him everything. But where was Jun Mojue? Where was he at that time?
Mao'er thought, was he standing there alone, tasting the loss and loneliness?
And she, at that time, completely forgot about him...
Qingqing returned to the Fire Clan, she returned to the Moon Clan, but he had nowhere to go. How had the once-proud son of heaven ever received such neglect and treatment?
If a person really did something wrong? Then he has done so much to make up for it, right?
Once, that time of deep hurt, now, Jun Mo has paid so much without regrets, must it have really been paid off!
The cat sighed deeply...
Walking towards the door...
"Squeak...!"
The door opens...
The cat walked out, and the figure beside the door was leaning there, lonely and lonely, as if he was the only one left in the world...
