He walked into the bathroom with a lot of doubts. After a brief wash, Kurosawa also opened the door and came in.
Looking at the newly familiar Mingyue, Kurosawa also walked to the bed and looked at Ozawa who was still sleeping soundly, with unpredictable eyes.
"Get ready, I will take you out of here in a moment."
Um?
Mingyue was stunned for a moment and looked at the time on the wall. Leaving so early?
Ozawa hasn't gotten up yet? I wonder if he will cry if I ask him to wake up?
Mingyue hesitated, seeing the coldness on Kurosawa's face, and finally picked up Ozawa and followed him out of the room.
After getting on the helicopter, Ozawa suddenly woke up in Mingyue's arms. He looked around with a pair of dark eyes, and finally stopped at Mingyue's face.
"Mommy, where are we going?"
"Oh? We... are going back."
Mingyue was stunned for a moment, watching Ozawa hesitate to say this sentence that made her feel a little confused for the first time.
Where are they going? She doesn't know either
After the plane took off, I looked at the city below shrouded in the morning light. There were still very few people on the streets. Only the cleaners who got up early were sitting on the road cleaning work.
On the distant horizon, a golden sun rises with red light, and the plane flies quickly towards the place where the sun rises.
Mingyue felt a sense of emptiness and confusion in her heart.
What kind of connection does she have with this city? Why did those people last night feel so strange when they saw her?
And the man who called her name, he seemed to know her clearly, he called her so affectionately
Were they all our friends or relatives in the past?
Then why didn't he tell himself?
Thinking of this, Mingyue looked at Kurosawa, who had been sitting quietly next to him. Under the faint morning light, his beautiful face was filled with an indifference that he had not seen for a long time, and his eyes were filled with an unfathomable depth.
Mingyue looked at him and suppressed the doubts in her stomach.
She had an indescribable intuition that maybe it would be better if she didn't know anything.
However, after flying for a long time, there was always a face lingering in Mingyue's mind.
She wrinkled her delicate and curved eyebrows, gently stroked a few strands of hair hanging on her forehead, and thought about Yehen's handsome face inexplicably in her mind.
Why did she have an indescribable feeling when she saw that man, as if something suddenly hit her heart?
But there is an obvious feeling that I want to avoid it
What is the relationship between that man and her?
Can't remember, she really can't remember
My head hurts...
Kurosawa's eyes glanced at the painful look on Ming Yue's pretty face with her frowning eyebrows, and a strange cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Did you not sleep well last night?"
Kurosawa asked softly, his voice full of concern and tenderness.
Mingyue stood up quickly, showed a smile, looked at him and said,
"It's okay, just take a rest and you'll be fine"
As she spoke, she adjusted her sitting position, put Ozawa next to her and let him lean against her, closed her eyes and prepared to have a good sleep.
Kurosawa motioned to the bodyguard next to him to bring over a thin blanket and gently cover Ming Yue.
Those gentle movements were full of infinite affection, and the coldness in the eyes staring at the bright moon was replaced by a warmth
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In the office of the Shura Hall headquarters, Yehen stood in front of the window and looked silently at the vast sea outside, with an incomprehensible condensation on his sharp features.