"He asked me about you and said, 'If you see her, tell her that I really like that birthday gift'!" Mingyue said exactly what Zhuoyang said before.
"Birthday gift?!" Li Li tilted his head to one side in confusion, "What birthday gift?!"
Mingyue shrugged lightly.
He stood up and stepped onto the carpet wearing only his socks. He slowly took two steps forward, suddenly turned around, and stepped in front of Mingyue in one step.
On her face, the confusion just now turned into extremely excited, "He really said a birthday gift?!"
In this world, she has never given a birthday gift to anyone, not even Mingyue.
The birthday gift that impressed her most deeply was a gun, a pistol that she personally drove out of a military factory. She gave it to Yi Yang, and that night her fate experienced an unprecedented reversal.
Birthday gift is not a word that people in this world should say.
Why did Zhuo Yang mention this? Could it be that he also knew about Yi Yang?!
Or is he Yi Yang?!
"Apart from that, what else did he say?!"
Mingyue glanced at the snowball that had begun to melt on the tea cup, and told her what happened tonight in detail.
After listening to everything he said quietly, Li Li turned around and walked to the carpet, bent down and picked up his boots.
"You want to see him?!" Mingyue asked behind her.
"Yes!" Li Li pursed his lips, "I want to see him with my own eyes!"
Look who he is!
When she was in the dungeon before, she had thought of Yi Yang who betrayed her countless times. Every time she recalled it, she always felt that something was fishy.
In his heart, Mo Li always had a knot.
She couldn't figure out why the person who was willing to die in her hands would betray her.
After hearing what Ming Yue said, a bold hypothesis suddenly came to her mind.
Now, she was going to see if her hypothesis was true or false.
"Maybe you want to take a look at this!" Mingyue stood up and walked over, stretching out her palm to her.
In his palm, there is a piece of silk, and you can vaguely see the ink passing through it - it is a painting.
Mo Li took the painting in his hand and unfolded it gently.
On the silk, a vivid painting depicts a man standing on a grassy hill with his hands behind his back, his clothes and hair flowing, and his exquisite facial features showing unruly and pride.
Seeing that face that was so familiar to his bones, Li Qiye's hands trembled uncontrollably.
Looking at the person in the painting, she laughed happily, until her eyes started to get hot and red.
"I knew he wouldn't betray me. How could he betray me? There must be some misunderstanding. It must be... this bastard... this fool... he is indeed the same as me, not dead... great
……That's great……"
Her voice was hoarse and her speech was rarely incoherent.
Apart from this time, Mingyue had only seen her lose her temper once, and that was when he went to the dungeon to meet her through his retrograde reincarnation technique.
"I'm going to see him!" Mo Li put on his boots haphazardly, and when his body swayed, he turned into an afterimage.
"Wait!" Mingyue reached out and grabbed the cloak she placed on the chair, raised her face, but her figure was no longer visible.
Looking down at the big cloak in her hand, Mingyue frowned slightly, moved slightly, and the person disappeared behind her.