Just after midnight, people came and went outside the door. With a "bang", the door was opened, and the light of countless torches came in.
Mu Yuntian's face was livid, he looked at Bai Yuyue who had a calm face, and walked back with his hands behind his back.
However, before he left, he ordered his servants: "Take her away."
Two servants rushed up, holding one of Bai Yuyue's arms and "inviting" her out.
The light of the torch guided Bai Yuyue and his party, and soon they arrived at a small courtyard.
In front of the courtyard, there were crowds of people, but it was unusually quiet.
Bai Yuyueque took a casual look and found that there was Xu Ma, the beauty in beautiful clothes and her maid whom she had met yesterday. Bai Yuyueque had already learned from Hanshuang that this beauty was Mu Yuntian's sister, the fifteen-year-old Mu Yun.
pair.
Mu Yunshuang looked at Bai Yuyue's arrival, curled his mouth inadvertently, and immediately turned his eyes elsewhere.
Obviously, she also looked down on the Su family's "second lady" whose mother was born in Liuying.
When he walked to the door, Mu Yuntian stopped and said with a hint of concern for his younger brother in his serious and hoarse voice: "Yunfei insists on seeing you one last time. I hope you can handle yourself well."
Bai Yuyue nodded and followed Mu Yuntian in.
The room was very dark, and the dim yellow lights danced little by little, as if symbolizing the fading life of the young man in the room.
The medicinal aroma that filled the room was mixed with an indescribable aura—it would be an exaggeration to say it was the aura of death.
In such a deep house, the scent of medicine mixed with the smell of dying people can give people such a sad feeling.
During her days on the run, Bai Yuyue was used to seeing life and death, but everything she was familiar with was an unexpected death.
It was rare for her to die of illness like this.
"Yunfei, it's me." Mu Yuntian's voice suddenly became so gentle, just like a good brother who dotes on his younger brother.
If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, Bai Yu Yueque would have almost suspected that the gentle-looking person in front of her was the person who treated her so badly that day.
Bai Yuyue's gaze was also cast on the person lying on the bed, her husband in this body, seventeen-year-old Mu Yunfei.
Strangely enough, he was not similar to Mu Yuntian. His facial lines were extremely soft, and there was no majesty or domineering look like Mu Yuntian's decisiveness. His pale face showed his frail body, and even his lips had no color at all.
"Brother, where is Yong Xu?" Mu Yunfei's voice was extremely weak, as if it would break if blown by the wind.