Mo Xianchen slumped on the ground, folding his arms into a ball. No matter whether Lin Feiwan was alive or dead, he still couldn't forget her.
"Xianchen..." The flower tree demon sat next to Mo Xianchen, then took one of Mo Xianchen's hands and placed it on his heart and said: "Xianchen, no matter where Lin Feiwan goes or how far she goes, she will always be there.
It’s here with you, isn’t it?”
Mo Xianchen touched his beating heart, closed his eyes and gently felt the beating heart
There was Lin Feiwan living in his heart, and Lin Feiwan had always lived there quietly, never leaving or going far away.
For a moment, Mo Xianchen seemed to have returned to the time when he first met Lin Feiwan. Her smile was so beautiful, so sweet, so bright, and so dazzling.
Mo Xianchen smiled so brightly
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In Siwanjuli, the lamp is burning quietly in the middle of the night
Fang Lingxi pushed the door open and saw Mo Xianchen sitting on the ground looking out the window in a daze.
Presumably, he must still miss Lin Feiwan. Ever since Lin Feiwan died, Fang Lingxi has never seen him say a word. She has been shut up in Siwan's residence all day long without going out, without eating a grain of rice or dripping water.
Not touched
Fang Lingxi felt sorry for him. She picked up the big fur coat on the shelf and put it on Mo Xianchen from behind. Then she sat next to him and watched the falling snow outside the window quietly with him. Sometimes the two of them would agree on the same thing.
The ground is close together, like two fishes falling into an ice cellar, keeping each other warm until dawn
The lights in Qifeng Palace were brightly lit, and the guards and maids outside the palace knelt in a ball, begging Xiao Che to stop torturing him like this.
Xiao Che stayed at Lin Feiwan's bedside for three days and nights without rest. He had no intention of taking care of the government affairs. All the civil and military officials in the court sighed, but in the end they still did not dare to say anything.
"Taoist Priest Baimei, I beg you to save our young lady. The emperor has always thought that the young lady is not dead. I beg you to help the emperor."
Jian Lian knelt outside Taoist Baimei's door, begging Taoist Baimei to show mercy.
Taoist Priest Baimei sat in the room meditating peacefully, acting quite incompetent about Lin Feiwan's resurrection from the dead.
Mei Jianlian knelt on the ground and begged in every possible way. Standing in the dark night not far away, she couldn't bear to watch.
"Taoist Master Baimei, I beg you to save the emperor. The emperor has been staying in the Qifeng Palace all day and has no time to care about the important affairs of the court. If this continues, the government will force the people to rebel. Taoist priest, you are also following me.
You should know very well how the Emperor has treated you during these years with the Emperor. I beg you to save the Emperor."