The next day. Although the weather is still very gloomy, the rain has stopped.
When Mo Hen woke up, he found himself lying in the woods where he was yesterday. The clothes on his body were soaked and stuck to his body, which was very uncomfortable. His mind was still dizzy, but it was much better than yesterday.
Her fingers felt cold and her forehead was still burning. It seemed that the fever had not gone away.
She held on to the thick tree trunk beside her and stood up with difficulty, the dizziness in her head getting stronger and stronger.
So cold.
Mo Hen gritted her teeth and walked forward step by step. She had already seen the way back.
In the villa.
The atmosphere was very heavy. No one spoke, and no one was in the mood to speak.
One night, the whole night, they were looking for her. They even searched the canyons between the mountains, but there was no trace of her. At five or six o'clock in the morning, they returned with a trace of luck.
When they arrived at the villa, they were expecting the dark figure waiting for them in the villa. But when they came back, all they saw was the deserted living room shrouded in heating. Their hearts suddenly felt as gray as death.
After being rushed to take a shower and put on a set of dry clothes by their respective coaches, they have been sitting here. The Atobe family members are trying their best to search for ink marks.
A few more hours passed, and the serious atmosphere in the living room was broken by a faint knock on the door. This sound was so weak that it made people feel powerless. But all the athletes in the hall were extremely insightful, and of course they immediately caught the faint sound.
sound.
Nioh, who had been leaning against the door, was immediately stunned. He walked stiffly to the door and stretched out his trembling hand mechanically, but refused to fall. Finally, under the hopeful eyes of everyone, the heavy door was closed.
Pulling it open, a dark figure that seemed to have been missing for a long time came into view.
"Xiao Mo! You're finally back, meow~~ We had a hard time looking for you, meow~~" Kikumaru spoke impatiently.
"Xiao Mo? What's wrong with you? Why are you looking so pale?" Yukimura felt a little inexplicably distressed when he saw his pale face.
"Xiao Mo?" Tezuka frowned.
"Xiao Mo, you..." Sanada also started to feel a little worried.
"I..." Mo Hen's voice was very weak. Before he could say the hoarse words, a wave of dizziness came over him quickly. In the end, Mo Hen couldn't bear it anymore and fainted to the ground. His long ink-colored hair flew around and spread on the ground.
On the ground...
"Xiao Mo!!!" The shouts of dozens of teenagers even shook the birds flying in the trees.
Niou, who reacted the fastest, immediately touched Mo Hen's forehead, and the hot touch made him startled.
"Xiao Mo has a high fever!" Niou raised his head, and the depth and cunning of the trickster were no longer in his eyes. What was left was only concern for the girl.
After hearing this, Sanada immediately walked forward and picked up Mo Hen. Surrounded by others, he went upstairs. That was Mo Hen's room.
Opening the door to the room, it was dark inside.
Is it... dark color again? The hearts of everyone in Qingxue began to hurt again. Why, why does she like this color so much? What kind of heart does she have?
Sanada carefully placed the ink mark on the bed and covered it with the ink-colored quilt gently. He hurriedly went to get the antipyretic medicine. The others casually found a place to sit down.
"Atobe, does Mo play tennis?" Yukimura looked at a dark tennis bag beside the bed and asked Atobe.
Atobe followed his gaze strangely and saw the tennis bag.
After the surprise, there was silence. She had never touched tennis before, but now... there were too many things that he didn't know.