Gently waving to the eunuch on the side, Li Li held his arm and helped him back to the bed to lie down. Then he pulled up the thin quilt for him with his own hands, "I'm relieved to see that you're okay. Just rest well. Other things.
, there is me!”
After saying that, she turned around and left.
Mingche frowned and sat up, "Mo Li..."
"What's going on?!" Li Li stopped.
"You all get out!" Mingche waved his hand gently, and the two eunuchs in the room immediately exited the door.
"Mo Li!" Mingche stood up, "I know everything about Brother Six, I...!"
"Don't worry!" Li Li turned around and raised a hand to hold his arm, "Ming Yue will be fine, I promise!"
There was a look of distress in his clear eyes, "Mo Li, that's not what I meant, I was worried..."
"I know, you are worried about Daming, right? Don't worry, I will take care of everything!" Li Li stopped him calmly.
"Mo Li!" Mingche frowned anxiously, "I'm worried about you. The dead cannot be resurrected. I'm also very sad about Sixth Brother. Now, you are my only relative and friend. I don't want anything to happen to you!"
"Even you thought Mingyue was dead?!" Li Li frowned.
Mingche looked pitiful, "I know you don't want to accept this reality, but..."
"He's not dead!" Li Li turned around, "You're tired, take a good rest!"
She strode away, and Mingche stood inside the door, looking at her retreating figure and shaking his head helplessly.
Behind the screen, Zhuo Yang walked over gently, with the same distress written on his face.
Mo Li walked out of the room and walked towards the Fenghua Palace, his steps heavy.
How could she not understand their thoughts?
But she didn’t believe it, she didn’t believe that person would die, how could that person die?!
He promised her that he would not die, he promised to take her to see the beautiful scenery of Jiufu Heaven, and he promised her that he would die behind her...
Walking into the wedding room, opening the box on the table and looking at the birthday cake she carefully prepared in the box, Mo Li felt like his heart was cut by a knife.
He hasn't eaten the cake she baked with his own hands, and his promises haven't been fulfilled one by one. How can he die?!
She doesn’t believe it, she doesn’t believe it!
"Mingyue, I hate you, I hate you, you are a liar, bastard..." Raising his hand suddenly, he brushed the cake on the table to the ground, and Mo Li cursed angrily, "Don't even think about me baking any more cakes in the future.
I’ll give it to you, don’t even think about it…”
The cake fell to the ground, and the fruits carefully placed on it immediately rolled all over the floor.
Looking at the shattered cake, Mo Li froze and squatted down, trying to pick up the cake. Unfortunately, the cake was broken. No matter how careful she was, she could not put it back together perfectly.
Looking at the broken cake in her hand, her heart was full of sadness.
There was heat in his eyes, and then liquid dripped on the cake, making the cake blurry. Mo Li fell weakly to the ground and cried silently.
Listening to the sounds coming from the wedding room, several palace maids came forward worriedly.
"Don't go in!" Zhuo Yang stood by the door, stretched out an arm to stop everyone, "Everyone, exit the hall!"
There was a domineering aura in his tone.
The maids did not dare to neglect and hurriedly bowed and left.
Zhuo Yang listened to the curses coming from the room. Although his eyes felt distressed, he felt a little relieved.
She is having diarrhea, which is better than suppressing it in her heart!