Chapter 334: Night Charms Depend on Each Other Nine
The woman raised a proud expression and said, "I know a lot, but it's not like you only deal with those medicinal materials and medical skills, and you are so boring~"
Look at the sky again, it was sunny just now, but now there are dark clouds overhead.
The sky was getting darker and it seemed like it was going to rain heavily.
"Stay a while and we'll go find them again."
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On the top of the mountain, winds carrying moisture blew, and the sun hid behind the clouds at some point.
Instead, there were thick ink-colored clouds, and the rain was about to come, but the two people sitting in silence relative to each other were reluctant to part with it.
Feng Ruohen looked at Qin'er quietly. She seemed to have gained weight these days and her face became rosier. She finally decided that it was not wrong to entrust her to Mo Qingran's care.
As for why she pretended not to know herself...
Thinking of this, the man's handsome face showed a bit of sadness.
"Actually... Sikong Yun is not dead." He didn't know why, but he wanted to speak at this time, knowing clearly that He Lan Qin'er couldn't hear.
Perhaps it was precisely because she couldn't hear that he could say things that he couldn't usually say, in a thousand words.
"It's just..." Those deep eyes that seemed to have silenced everything, focused on the woman, contained too much.
He seemed to be having some difficulty, and said word by word, "I don't know, did I do something wrong?"
Having said that, the man who was concerned about the world's affairs furrowed his brows. Not only was he not relieved, but he was even more depressed.
What he wanted was so simple, yet so difficult.
He also knows that not saying "Sikong Yun is not dead" can resolve everything.
There are also Feng Yao, Hua Shang, and everything that Feng cannot let go of.
Because she knew that sooner or later he would return to that place.
Because she didn't want to, she simply pretended not to know him, so that she could get a moment of peace.
Even if it is only for this rare moment, I am satisfied.
The woman didn't respond to him, her beautiful face always had a slight smile on her face, and she didn't ask where he came from or where he wanted to go.
In her mind, she silently constructed his outline, his features, everything that was familiar to her, Feng Ruohen, had long been engraved in her mind.
How great would it be if you could just stand still?