Appreciation of clips of the tribulations in the lower realm of Antarctica (excerpted from the original text "Training the Monster Tyrant: The Martial Crazy Queen" Jin's Pain [4])
Two people who were once so close missed each other through just a misunderstanding. When they looked back again, they were already thousands of miles apart.
"Jin, how have you been in the past two years?" Mo Zihan asked, expressing her worries.
Nangong Jin smiled perfunctorily.
"I am OK, you?"
"If you are living a good life, why don't you know how to cherish yourself and take care of yourself, and why are you so thin..."
"Maybe it's due to being too tired from state affairs. It doesn't matter. It won't be a problem."
"When you came to the military camp two years ago, I didn't know that you suffered such serious internal injuries, so I let you go. If I had known that your internal injuries were so serious at that time, I definitely would not have left you alone..."
Mo Zihan confessed to Nangong Jin that she had been brooding over the past two years and could not forgive herself.
After hearing Mo Zihan's apology, Nangong Jin smiled nonchalantly and said, "I know. I didn't tell you at that time because I didn't want you to worry."
"Then...then your internal injuries are all healed now?"
"Okay, okay." Nangong Jin didn't want to leave Mo Zihan's figure for a moment, her eyes revealed deep love and affection, as if she wanted to engrave this brief moment of togetherness in her heart forever.
"I'll take your pulse." After saying that, Mo Zihan approached Nangong Jin and raised her hand to hold his hand.
Unable to withstand Mo Zihan's concern for him, Nangong Jin, who was originally planning to pass her hand to the other party, suddenly thought of something and suddenly retracted her hand.
Mo Zihan was stunned.
"Jin, what's wrong?"
"Are you the imperial doctor? Even the imperial doctor said I'm fine, so I must be fine. Okay, don't worry, let's go over for a walk."
The more Nangong Jin said this, the more Mo Zihan felt that the injury in his body was not healed, and she insisted on checking his pulse no matter what.
"Han'er, now that you are married... I'm afraid Tuoli won't be happy when I see you."
After revealing the biggest embarrassment between him and her, Mo Zihan finally stopped insisting on checking his pulse.
The two of them walked towards the depths of the imperial garden in silence.
"Jin, are you still angry with me?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Jin, although we are not destined to be husband and wife, I still hope you can treat me as your sister..."
Nangong Jin stopped, looked at Mo Zihan, touched her shoulder, and said with a smile: "Girl, you are my sister, why do I treat you as my sister?"
Seeing that Mo Zihan lowered his head and said nothing, Nangong Jin sat on the floor, patted the seat next to him, and motioned for Mo Zihan to sit down too.
"Girl, I know you are still worried about what happened two years ago. I really don't mind anymore."
Nangong Jin took the initiative to say it, and Mo Zihan couldn't help but turn her head to look at him. On his face as handsome as an iceberg that lasted ten thousand years, there was a smile that would only melt towards her.
However, she didn't know if she was paranoid. Ever since she met Nangong Jin, she had a vague feeling that Nangong Jin seemed to be hiding something from everyone, at least from her.
Because she always felt that there were many flickers in his smile, many flickers that she didn't want to notice.
"I love you very much, but since I didn't seize the opportunity God gave me before, I deserved to lose you. Now that you have a husband who loves you deeply, I just want you to be happy. Han'er,
Tell me, are you happy?"
Mo Zihan nodded vigorously. "I am very happy." Thinking of taking off her clothes, Mo Zihan couldn't help but smile again.