At dawn, Mo Yan was the only one in the house. Xiao Man just served the food and left.
The furnishings in the house are very simple. Apart from a few tables and chairs, a few pots of flowers, and a few calligraphy and paintings, there is nothing else. The occasional sound of bamboo leaves rustling in the wind is heard outside the window.
Sitting in front of the window, reaching out to fiddle with the bamboo leaves that stuck out of the window, with a calm expression. There was no sadness in the beautiful face, but just a little loneliness.
Standing in the corridor, Mu Feng looked at Mo Yan's cold face from a distance. Even though he didn't appear, his words didn't make the slightest difference.
"Yan, do you really not care about me that much?" He couldn't help but cover his chest with his hands, a trace of pity flashed in his eagle eyes. Mu Feng hated himself for falling in love with such a person, but once he fell in love,
It's love
Xiao Man stood beside Mu Feng with her head lowered. She knew that Mu Feng must be lamenting Mo Yan at this moment. Her eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of Mo Yan. If this continued, both of them would be seriously injured.
Xiaoman was just a maid, but her prediction was indeed very correct, because both Mu Feng and Mo Yan did experience a lot of pain later.
I don't know whether it was because he was looking at the figure sitting in front of the window who seemed to be floating away indifferently, or because the soft sunshine was so beautiful, Mu Feng walked towards Mo Yan and walked in front of Mo Yan.
Mo Yan felt someone coming behind her, but she didn't look back and continued to play with the bamboo leaves.
"Are bamboo leaves more important than me?" There was pain in his voice, his fists in his sleeves were clenched, and his eyes seemed to be bloodshot, Mu Feng looked at Mo Yan's back coldly.
Mo Yan did not turn around. He still only had bamboo leaves in his eyes. He just said slowly, "The bamboo leaves are very quiet."
Isn't this nonsense? Bamboo leaves are plants and they can't speak. Even if they are blown by the wind, they will make sounds, but Mo Yan also attributes those sounds to the beautiful sounds of nature. Even if they are a little annoying sometimes, they are better than Mu Feng.
good
Mu Feng didn't know what Mo Yan was thinking at all. If he knew what Mo Yan was thinking at this moment, I'm afraid he wouldn't let Mo Yan go so easily.
"Do you dislike me for talking too much?" Mu Feng stepped forward angrily and pinched Mo Yan's chin. As the saying goes, love is deep but resentment is also deep, "Is this king so indifferent to you?"
Mu Feng really loves Mo Yan. He never calls himself 'my king' in front of Mo Yan. This time he did this because he was really angry.