His eyes were fixed on Mo Xiaoran's pain-filled eyes.
She was at a loss and couldn't make a sound.
A familiar feeling of pain came to my heart again.
The sword accidentally fell to the ground.
Her heart felt inexplicably panicked.
I wanted to squat down and pick up the sword, but I was pulled into a warm embrace again.
"Madam, don't be afraid, it's me..."
That voice, so gentle that it was almost tempting to fall into despair, reached Lin Ran's ears with a reassuring tone.
Madam, don't be afraid.
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Why does she feel this sentence is so familiar? It seems like she has heard it somewhere before?
Her body was shaking violently in Mo Xiaoran's arms.
Just listen to Mo Xiaoran's voice slide past her ears again:
"I'm sorry, madam, I know you are angry with me. You can punish me however you want. As long as you don't pretend that you don't know me, okay?"
Mo Xiaoran's tone was almost pleading.
The dazed and strange feeling in Lin Ran's eyes made the fear in his heart suddenly rise.
He would rather believe that Lin Ran pretended not to know him because she was angry with him, rather than face him as strangely as she looked in her eyes.
He was afraid, afraid that she would really forget him completely.
Lin Ran's heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by something from the moment she saw Mo Xiaoran.
Every breath feels like it takes a lot of effort.
She heard apology, weakness, and a hint of pain hidden in his heart that she couldn't understand in his words.
Lady? Lady.
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Such a familiar title?
he.
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Is he Mo Xiaoran?
The Mo Xiaoran she wanted to kill???
Suddenly, she thought of what the girl had called him just now.
She called him brother Xiaoran.
Brother Xiaoran.
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Mo Xiaoran.
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She slowly raised her head in his arms.
The trace of blood on Mo Xiaoran's neck still made her feel dazzled.
"Are you... Mo Xiaoran?"
She looked at him with a somewhat uncertain tone and asked softly.