Mo Yan left Green Willow Villa without any words, but she knew Lan Ming would definitely understand.
After going down the mountain and walking at the three-way intersection, Mo Yan turned right without any hesitation.
"Wait," a voice called Mo Yan.
Mo Yan turned around but saw a person he thought he would never see again, "Oh? Want to kill again?"
"Emperor...Emperor sister, you misunderstood," After a war with Xuecheng, Mo Country, which had already recovered, was once again in trouble. Mo Zhan was too busy and still had no choice but to think of Mo Yan.
Mo Zhan had no idea that Mo Yan himself was not involved in that war. He only thought that Mo Yan hated Mo Country so much that he acted like that.
"My mother is sick," Mo Zhan said seriously after a while, "She is going to..."
"What's going on?" Mo Yan frowned. She once thought a little bit about it. After all, she was the woman who gave birth to her, an innocent woman who was exploited in the palace. "Is she dead?"
"You..." Such ruthless words, Mo Zhan couldn't help but think so. He thought that Mo Yan would remember the love between mother and daughter and say it back in person, but he didn't expect that this would be the result, "I'm not dead yet."
Seeing Mo Zhan almost gritting his teeth and saying, Mo Yan didn't care at all, "If you're not dead, you're not dead. Even if you're dead, you're still alive."
"My mother misses you every day, is that all you do?" If Mo Zhan had previously thought of asking Mo Yan to help Mo Guo, now he was completely disillusioned and only hoped that Mo Yan would take a look at the dying man.
"Really?" Mo Yan found it ironic. Even if she misses her, doesn't she still serve as a hostage in Mu country for more than ten years? She has not lived with her biological mother since she was born, and she can only face it alone.
Everything, but also facing surveillance and poison
"You..." Mo Zhan felt powerless. He had seen countless people, but he had never seen Mo Yan like this. "Do you really hate the country of Mo so much? Isn't it enough to lie dead thousands of miles away?"
"It's enough, why it's not enough," Mo Yan sneered, thinking that the feelings were his own. "It's just a pity that you don't understand me. I don't hate you at all."
"If you don't hate it, how can you..."
"It's impossible for Yan to hate you," just as Mo Zhan was about to continue speaking, another voice interrupted. Mu Fengsi thought about it and decided to go find Mo Yan, but he didn't expect to see such a scene at the foot of the mountain, "Because you guys don't even think about it.
Not worth it!”
Mo Zhan looked at the two people in front of him. They had the same celestial appearance. One was elegant in white and the other was chic in purple. "Mo Yan, do you really want your mother to die in peace?"
"No, because she still has you," Mo Yan's smile became colder and colder. Mother? In fact, it's just her guilt for herself. All thoughts are just floating clouds.
"Yan," Mu Feng rode up to Mo Yan and stretched out his hand.
Mo Yan looked at Mu Feng's hand. After a while, he stretched out his own hand and sat in front of Mu Feng.
Mu Feng rode forward, and the two disappeared into the sunset.