Jun Mojue's voice was full of sorrow. He didn't know what to say. He just felt that his soul had been taken away and he was suffocating in pain.
Thick blood stained Mao'er's white wrist. At this moment, Mao'er raised her eyes and looked at him. This man with a shaggy face and a look of embarrassment was no longer as handsome as ever, only a face full of panic...
At this time, Mao'er suddenly remembered that Jun Mojue never seemed to call her 'Qingcheng', but always called her by her first and last name, sometimes in anger, sometimes in anger...
It’s because my expectations were too high, so I was so disappointed when I heard those hurtful words...
Among the people in the palace, only Jun Mo Jue's relationship with her seemed to be more subtle. Mao'er looked at Jun Mo Jue who was so panicked, her face had never been calmer, and she gently broke away from Jun Mo Jue's hand.
, then holding his injured right hand, looking at the hideous wound, Mao'er looked at Jun Mo Jue, "Give me the blue ice blade, I will help you stop the bleeding!"
When she said this, there was no usual domineering, mocking, nor any usual laziness, and she was so calm that Jun Mojue was shocked.
Seeing that Mao'er seemed to be trying to snatch the sword from Jun Moli's waist, Jun Mojue grabbed Mao'er's hand and said, "No, no, just let him hurt! Xia Qingcheng, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me for all the nonsense I said before,
Forgive me, I didn’t mean it... I was just confused... It’s my fault that I didn’t protect you... you...!"
Jun Mojue's words were somewhat incoherent and anxious. He wanted to explain something, but he didn't know where to start...
Seeing that he was so anxious, Mao'er was not annoyed. He just took out a blade from somewhere on his body, and in Jun Mo's eyes, he cut his wrist. He didn't feel any pain, didn't get angry, and didn't scream...
If it had been before, according to Mao'er's character, she would have glared angrily and yelled, "Jun Mo Jue, you are such a broom boy, you want my girl's blood to save you, are you a pig?"
Now, she had restrained all her temper and silently dripped her blood onto his wound. It was so calm, more like a decisive farewell. This wound was caused by the dagger that blocked her. Is it right now?
Use her blood to stop the wound and achieve the state of two things...
However, something strange happened...
Mao'er's blood dripped onto Jun Mojue's wound and fused together, but the wound did not heal. How could this happen?
Even if Mao'er's blood was dropped on Dongfang Qingyang's serious fatal wound, the wound would be healed, but if it was dropped on Jun Mo Jue's wound at this time, it would have no effect...
It really surprised everyone...
"Jun Mo Jue, look, even my blood is not willing to heal your wounds!"
Mao'er's voice sounded softly, and Jun Mo Jue winced and trembled violently.
"Jun Mo Jue, actually you don't need to apologize, I know you like me, no... you can say you love me, I can feel this and understand it very well."
Mao'er's voice sounded, and Jun Mo never spoke, but his heart became colder and colder, and the blood flowing in his body became colder and colder...
"You once said, 'You would rather take a brothel concubine than an ugly concubine.' These words deeply hurt Xia Qingcheng, but they have nothing to do with me!"
Mao'er's words sounded. Everyone knew the origin of the allusion at the beginning, but they were a little confused in the second half of the sentence. What does it mean to hurt Xia Qingcheng but have nothing to do with her?
Mao'er said this from the bottom of his heart. This sentence hurt the Xia Qingcheng of the past and created the Xia Mao'er of today.
"Xia Qingcheng, I'm sorry...!"
Jun Mojue's lips moved, but nothing else came out except these three words.
"I didn't care about it before, but your words hurt me tonight. Why, I am also a woman... I can understand your mood at that time, but I feel your despair and understand the reason for your anger. Everything
I understand, but——I can’t accept it!”
The words 'unacceptable' seemed to freeze in the ears of the two of them. This injury had nothing to do with trust or not. Mao'er was confirmed to be pregnant. Standing in front of Jun Mo Jue, if only he could get Jun Mo Jue's words 'I believe'.
You', that's really nonsense. The woman he loves is pregnant, but the man clearly knows that it's not him. How can he still say 'believe'? That's impossible, unless he really doesn't care...
But even though he understood Jun Mo Jue's anger and pain intellectually, he could not forgive his words emotionally, especially after knowing that he was also a victim...
"Xia Qingcheng, give me a chance and let me take care of you. I will be good to you and my children, but please don't be so indifferent!"
Jun Mo Jue said in an almost mute voice, his breathing was heavy, and he held Mao'er's hand tightly to prevent her from pulling away.
Mao'er raised his head and took a closer look at Jun Mojue's eyebrows. He seemed to remember for a moment the lazy and stunning elegance by the hot spring pool. His pair of gleaming silver eyes, as deep as the sea, and the corners of his mouth were slightly thinner at that time...
"Jun Mojue, your feelings are overbearing and extreme. You get what you hope to get no matter how much you give. But I am slow and slow towards feelings. Before I fell in love, I could give one point in return for what others gave. But you still don't give me anything in return."
When I didn't fall in love with you, I personally destroyed every bit of emotion I was about to give."
Mao'er's words rang in Jun Mo Jue's ears very clearly, no... it can't be like this...
Jun Mo Jue held Mao'er's hand tightly, so hard that it hurt him and she hurt, but neither of them broke away or let go. Jun Mo Jue looked at Mao'er's calm eyes and looked at that
Zhang Meishi's character's face makes her heart shrink, her eyes sting, and she can't hold back the mist in her eyes...
One drop...
Two drops...
Three drops…
I have never seen a man crying silently so beautifully. The ink and silver are flowing, the light is condensed, and the mist is concentrated and falling drop by drop.
Why are grown men crying? It’s because they really feel that they are going to lose it, and now they can’t get it anymore!
Mao'er looked at Jun Mo Jue and felt extremely sour in her heart. This man was not howling or crying in grief. He actually had a pure and clean face, exuding a fairy-like charm, and had the bloodthirsty nature of a Rakshasa.
!At this time, those tears were extremely touching...
"Jun Mo Jue, you don't understand love! You are too domineering and have not learned to tolerate, and I am not tactful enough. We are destined to have no results. Jun Mo Jue, please cancel the engagement!"
Jun Mojue gritted his teeth, "No, don't break off the engagement, Xia Qingcheng, I love you, there is no doubt that I will treat you well from now on, and the child will call me daddy from now on! We are a family of three..."
"I won't have any more children...! I won't want this child..."
