Feng Yue took a deep look at Mo Zhilan and followed suit.
Feng Rui, on the other hand, stood for a moment without saying a word and left quietly.
At night, the rain became heavier and heavier.
The sky was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers, and the man in the rain remained motionless.
The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and it was difficult to tell what time it was.
The drum beats three times, which is the third watch, four times, it is the fourth watch...
Lanterns were lit under the eaves of Huanxiu Villa. As time went by, the candles in the lanterns would burn out, but Mo Zhilan was still standing in the rain.
An hour passed.
Two hours passed.
When the light of dawn suppressed the endless darkness, Mo Zhilan was still standing.
Early the next morning, Feng Yue and Feng Yu were betting that Mo Zhilan must have returned home, but from a distance, they saw a soaked man standing in front of the study door.
Wow!
He really stood there all night!
"Hey, fourth child, isn't he tired or cold?"
"Don't worry, second brother, he has deep inner strength and won't die!"
"But...why do I feel that he didn't use his inner strength? Look, his face is so ugly...Old Fourth, he can't be serious, can he?"
"...How do I know? I'm not him..."
In the afternoon, the rain finally stopped, but dark clouds were still hanging over the city and it looked like it would rain again at any time.
Mo Zhilan was still standing, letting his thin clothes wrap around his body. His lips were pale and his black hair was messy.
"Brother, do you want to go over and persuade him?"
"you go?"
"...As if I didn't say it."
There was no movement in the study. No one knew what Feng Xizi was doing or thinking in there.
And Mo Zhilan's long, slightly drooped eyes were dim and colorless.
Then, it was dusk again.
The dark clouds became heavier and heavier, and when it got dark, the rain fell again.
Mo Zhilan remained motionless.
【Liu'er】
How long will he have to stand?!
Feng Xizi was in the study, and through the door, she could clearly see Mo Zhilan's figure.
One day and one night passed, and Mo Zhilan still refused to leave.
Could it be that he really could only express it to her in this way?
What's his plan?
What about his methods?
Where is his dignity, his confidence, and his pride?!
Mo Zhilan, you... are you stupid or stupid? How could you be so stupid? You... you are disgusting -
Seeing Feng Xizi's face getting darker and darker, Tinghe packed Feng Xizi's luggage and reported the situation in a low voice.
"Miss, Your Majesty is still outside..."
"Miss, it's raining again."
"Miss, the fourth young master would like to ask you when you will set off."
"Miss, it's dawn."
"Miss, the rain seems to be getting a lot heavier."
"Miss, it's getting dark."
"Miss, your Majesty's face is so ugly, whiter than snow. The fourth young master said that your Majesty is fast..." Tinghe gritted his teeth, "You are going to fly to the sky on a crane."
Feng Xizi grabbed a book of accounts and closed her eyes, feeling as if she was being cut by a knife.
It's not that she hasn't seen Mo Zhilan's current appearance, she has also seen him through the attic window.
Outside the study, next to the curved bridge, his elegant and handsome face was withered and pale, and his originally pure body was like a candle in the wind or a lonely wax in the rain, ready to fall down at any time...
He just suffered such serious injuries and saved his life from death. How could he be so impulsive?
Two days and two nights later, he still refused to give up.
Just for her to say "leave", doesn't he know that it is wrong for them to be together?
Why……
Feng Xizi couldn't see through Mo Zhilan. She was leaving, but she couldn't imagine what Mo Zhilan would be like after she left.