Ke Zi immediately became quiet. Her intuition told her that the relationship between her mother and Brother Mo was not a simple friendship, although her mother did not want to say it clearly.
By the pond, the two people spoke very quietly, but in the quiet night, it was enough for people to hear them clearly.
"Why are you here today?" Han Yun asked him quietly, with a hint of desolation in her voice, like the depression in winter, a bit empty and lonely.
"In the new year, I want to see you, Yun. In two months, we will have known each other for four years."
Mo Wuji turned to look at her, there was always some distance between them.
They are very calm with each other, like confidants talking to each other, but there is an indescribable tacit understanding that seems to be flowing.
Ke Zi was slightly surprised. She shrank into Murphy's arms, but covered her mouth.
It turns out that my mother and him have known each other for such a long time.
Even when she was in high school? Much longer than she had known Murphy...
She couldn't calm down for a while. She was no longer an ignorant little girl. She could see their mutual toleration and restrained emotions.
Over the years, my mother has been reluctant to see my father again. It turns out that she has someone in her heart.
My father missed my mother's life, and she wanted her to be happy!
Han Yun was silent for a while, then sighed softly: "Don't do this anymore. It's not good to be seen by Nono and Murphy. Nono will have to call you big brother from now on."
Mo Wuji was not as excited as Mo Fei imagined, even if this woman told him this quietly.
He also answered so calmly, "I understand that I have some things to be busy with recently. In fact, coming here this time is to say goodbye to you. Maybe I won't show up again for a long time."
Perhaps, Mo Fei has never really understood his eldest brother. He can give up his original life of a young master, mix in the underworld, join an organization, and he can also decisively leave the family, fake his own death, and become another person with no surname.
Now when faced with feelings, he can still be so calm. What is he thinking in his heart?
After more than thirty years, what does he want?
When Han Yun heard what he said, her mood finally fluctuated. She turned to face him and said in a surprised tone, "Are you leaving?"
She had always known what the mission he was performing was, and when she heard this, a trace of worry flashed across her brows.
Mo Wuji gave a rare smile, "I recently took on a mission, which is quite difficult. I will be monitored. Yun, I can't hurt you."
"You, be more careful." Han Yun lowered her head, lowered her eyes, and warned him softly for a long time.
"I will. I hope to come back one day and see you here again."
Han Yun was shocked. In his sighing tone, she could tell that he might not come back and never see her again.
Her mood fluctuated for a while, but she didn't know what to say.
The two of them had agreed long ago to just be friends.
However, her heart had never been so sad.
"Say Happy New Year to Xiaofei and Nuonuo for me. Don't worry, Xiaofei is my brother and he will be good to Nuonuo." Mo Wuji said with a smile. The cold wind blew up his coat and added a touch of it.
Loneliness.
Maybe God destined them both to be lonely people.
Han Yun's throat was blocked and she was speechless.
The two were silent for a long time, she lowered her head and he looked at her quietly. In the dark night, by the pond, under the moonlight, it was as quiet as a painting.