Chapter 777: My husband is bad: Give her a love potion [48]
I was in the light, and they were in the dark, so they were hard to guard against. At this moment, I actually had a strong intuition that maybe one day, I would really fall into their hands.
"Girl, are you back?" That night, I entered the camp and Baiyin came to greet me.
I couldn't wait to sit at the dining table and started to eat a big meal, "Girl, tomorrow my father will move back to the city, and we will leave this Linshan."
I held the food for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "So fast? Life here is not bad."
"Girl, can't you still let go?" Baiyin came closer to me and asked.
"I don't know either. Let go, it's a very simple word, but it's very difficult to do. I will try to let go, as long as I work hard." I put down the bowl and chopsticks, losing my appetite for eating.
I always say that all you have to do is work hard. But the result of my hard work was that it just passed by Yang Yumo.
From now on, I can no longer think of Yang Yumo as the man I love. If I can't let go of him, how can I let go of my hatred? But it's really hard to let go of him.
"Girl can definitely do it." Baiyin comforted me before leaving.
That night, I looked at the mountains in the distance without resting. All the memories related to Yang Yumo flashed through my mind. There are some things that I want to remember forever.
It seems, no. If I remember it, how can I be willing to let it go?
I relived so many memories with Yang Yumo in just one night. Only then did I realize that Yang Yumo gave me less sweetness than bitterness.
It turns out that love is bitter.
"Feiyi, let's set off." The man walked forward against the bright morning sun. His clothes were fluttering, but they were blue robes that I had never seen before.
The male face in the morning sun had a soft luster, and was elegant, with picturesque eyebrows and a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth.
He stretched out his hand towards me, his eyes were as bright as water and full of affection. I lowered my head and looked at his slender fingers. I hesitated for a while, but I didn't know whether I should put my hand in his palm.
Instead, he didn't wait for me to hesitate for too long, then he took my hand and squeezed it tightly, "Feiyi, let's go home."
Home? That's his Mu Yiqing's home, but it's not mine. My home is a place where little fans are.
This time, I obediently stopped resisting Mu Yiqing. He could take me wherever he wanted, until he was willing to let go of my hand and got tired of it.
I walked and stopped all the way. Many times, I fell asleep just because I didn't want to face Mu Yiqing's tender face.