Maybe, she couldn't accept Lord Moss like this. Maybe, she wasn't mentally prepared to accept Lord Moss like this.
Such Lord Moss was a heavy blow to her fragile heart.
But unfortunately, she is so vulnerable.
He ran out of strength and fell into the field.
Simply bury it between your legs and let yourself cry until you have enough.
She was in a mess at the moment.
I don’t know what mood and mentality I should use to face Lord Moss like that.
As if in an instant, the Lord Moss who doted on her and indulged her disappeared.
But who can tell her what she should do? Should she also be cold-blooded and ruthless in order to adapt to Lord Moss like this?
What should she do if she can't do it...
I cried for a long time and dried up all my tears. I rested my chin between my legs and looked at the countryside in a daze with dull eyes.
"Ah sneeze." Mu Shuiling, who regained his senses, realized that it was a bit cold.
She habitually reached out to pinch her nose, but when her hand touched her nose, she suddenly noticed the smell of blood.
The smell of blood?
She was not injured, where did the blood come from?
Looking down at his hands, he suddenly realized that there was blood on his hands!
Moreover, the blood had been dried by the wind, it must have been a while.
But there was no pain anywhere in her body.
Could it be that the wound on the arm has recurred?
Thinking about it, I wanted to touch the wound on my arm.
You wouldn’t know if you didn’t touch it, but when you touched it, you discovered that there was blood on her other hand too!
But she couldn't feel anything strange in her arm at all. It had been so long, and there was no reason why her wound would recur.
Obviously, this blood is not hers!
But since it's not her, could it be that girl?
Mu Shuiling tried to think back, and finally ruled out the possibility that the blood was from a girl.
Since it's not the girl's, and it's not hers, then whose is it?
In addition to uncles and girls, the other people she had just come into contact with were...
Lord Moss!
Could it be that this blood belongs to Lord Moss?!
But how could he...
Recalling Lord Moss's expression just now, she slapped her head in frustration.
There was something wrong with Lord Moss's face just now, why didn't she notice it?
She actually slapped his chest hard. Looking at the blood on her hands, she knew that the injury was serious and there was so much blood.
But damn she didn't even notice!
I hurriedly took out my mobile phone, installed the removed battery, and looked at the phone.
Before the phone responded, a bunch of missed calls appeared on the screen, including several unread text messages.
Mu Shuiling looked at the missed calls carefully. Among them were calls from Mo Qingxue, Mommy, and Cheng Lin. But there was no one from Mos Jue.
A feeling of uneasiness spread all over my body at this moment. I opened the text messages, and there were three of them from Mo Qingxue.
'Sister Mu, where are you?'
'Sister Mu, please reply me quickly when you receive my text message.'
'Oh, I'm so worried. Sister Mu, where are you? My brother is injured. The situation is not very optimistic. Please reply to me quickly when you receive the text message.'
Seeing this, Mu Shuiling could no longer remain calm. With trembling hands, he carefully looked at the missed calls over and over again.
I read it several times, but none of them were from Lord Moss.
Could it be that something really happened to Mr. Moss?
Thinking that her hands were covered with coagulated blood, Mu Shuiling felt anxious and anxious, and hurriedly dialed Mosjue's cell phone.
Once, twice, three times...
Mu Shuiling called without giving up, but the reply was still the emotionless female voice - the phone was turned off.