After opening the door, his delicate body even swayed weakly.
Tinghe followed Feng Xizi, wondering why the lady didn't leave.
She stood on tiptoe and looked outside, and was shocked - Oh my god, that hazy black figure standing in the rain, how could it look so... so... like His Majesty!
Feng Xizi was also stunned. Outside the study, there was a man wearing only a thin silk dress, isolated in the rain.
His eyes were soft and deep, and he was looking at himself lightly.
When she met his eyes, she felt that her heartbeat was about to stop.
"Miss, it's your Majesty!" Tinghe exclaimed, turning his eyes to look at his lady.
Feng Xizi looked at Mo Zhilan, her heart trembling...
How could he stand here in the rain when he was not well yet? Moreover, how long had he stood there?
If he wanted to prevent her from returning to Jiangnan, he could order her, or even use the coercion he was good at, but why would he use this method?
Mo Zhilan...what exactly do you want...
"Little Miss, what should we do now?" Tinghe watched helplessly as Mo Zhilan was soaked all over and standing alone.
The rain fell down, along his silky black hair, and wetted his clothes. Qing Jun's body became thinner and thinner in the rain.
Biting her lower lip, Feng Xizi took a step with difficulty.
However, when he was about to take the second step, Mo Zhilan's eyes passed through the rain curtain, focusing on her so dimly and lonely.
To go or not to go.
To move or not to move.
In her life, she had made too many decisions, but this time, she felt it was so difficult that she almost stopped breathing.
"Miss, should we go or not?" Tinghe asked in a low voice. She really wanted the young lady not to leave His Majesty. Your Majesty is so pitiful and affectionate. If the young lady is really determined to leave, His Majesty will definitely collapse!
Feng Xizi clenched her fists, then raised her feet and continued walking out.
With every step he took, Mo Zhilan's eyes dimmed. It wasn't until she passed by him and the paper umbrella in her hand covered his head that he moved his frozen eyes.
If there was a voice that seemed to be absent and was covered by the sound of rain, he said: "Without Mo Zhilan, Feng Xizi would still be Feng Xizi. Without Feng Xizi, Mo Zhilan would never be the original Mo Zhilan..."
I will go crazy, I will die, I will lose my soul... My life has always been yours, if you don't want it, I will have nothing."
Following his voice, the paper umbrella dropped from his fingertips.
The heavy rain washed over each other, wetted their clothes, and hit their hearts hard, making Feng Xizi cry and Mo Zhilan feel pain.
Without saying anything or moving forward, Feng Xizi covered her lips, ran back to the study, and slammed the door.
Tinghe looked at Mo Zhilan, who was still standing in the rain, and then at the library with the door closed. He didn't know how to persuade the young lady or His Majesty.
Finally, she stomped out of the yard and ran towards the place where the young masters lived.
The only one who can persuade the young lady now is the young master. She doesn't want the young lady to feel uncomfortable, and she doesn't want to see His Majesty suffer. She hopes the young master can make them stop being so stubborn.
Tinghe held out hope that the fourth young master of the Feng family could help His Majesty, but who knew——
"He's standing in the rain? Well, the rain is too light. It would be perfect if it were heavier." Feng Yu gloated.
"I think it's wrong to rain. It should be hailing. It would be best to bury him directly!" Feng Yue said unceremoniously.
"He is not the most pitiable. This is called self-inflicted punishment. My little sister also suffered this kind of sin because of him." Fengjia was relieved.