"If I had known it was so troublesome, I wouldn't have done this kiss." Jiao Xiaoliu regretted endlessly.
"Jiao Xiaoliu, say what you just said again!!!" Hearing the voice coming from behind, the corners of Jiao Xiaoliu's mouth twitched. He looked back at Feng Qianchen, who had a sullen look on his face, and waved his hand.
"Hi, why are you here?"
Feng Qianchen glanced sideways at Jiao Xiaoliu, walked over and pulled her up, "If I don't come again, I wonder what you will say..."
Jiao Xiaoliu curled his lips, smiled bitterly, and said nothing. He Wan'er was too embarrassed to stay here and be a high-voltage light bulb. Since Feng Qianchen took action personally, all Jiao Xiaoliu's complaints and the like should have disappeared, right?
Feng Qianchen suddenly hugged Jiao Xiaoliu tightly in his arms, "Don't say that kind of thing again in the future."
"Yes." Jiao Xiaoliu could feel Feng Qianchen's deep sadness, and his heart ached, "I just said it casually, don't take it seriously."
A gust of wind blew, and the skirts of the two people hugging each other flew. From a distance, it looked as beautiful as a painting. Mo Lan stood in the distance and stared blankly at the beautiful picture, feeling infinite sadness in his heart.
"What? Still can't let it go?" A ghostly voice from hell sounded from behind Mo Lan, "Then go and grab it." Mo Lan was shocked. He didn't notice anyone behind him at all.
When he turned around, the place was empty. But there was still a voice coming from behind him, "Go and grab it... Hahaha..." The voice got closer to him. Mo Lan looked back again, but there was still nothing.
"Go and grab it..." This time the voice seemed to be speaking right next to his ear. Mo Lan turned around suddenly, but still found nothing.
Every time Mo Lan turned around, there was no one there, but the voice kept ringing in his ears.
"Who are you?" Mo Lan narrowed his eyes and did not look back.
"Since you can't let go of Sima Ruochen, why don't you snatch her away?" The voice was no longer erratic.
Mo Lan could clearly feel that he was standing behind her, but he was no longer interested in knowing who he was. "Who is Sima Ruochen? Please forgive me for not knowing who you are talking about."
"Oh, he smiled bitterly, "Now that she is so happy, how can I bother her because of my selfish desires..."
"You are the one who loves Sima Ruochen, but what Feng Qianchen loves is her utilization value. After all, Sima Ruochen, who can monopolize all agriculture and commerce in Qingxuan and Qingxuan countries, can help him reach that position that everyone envies.
Do you really want your beloved woman to become a tool for others to use?" That person seemed to be narrating a simple story, gently touching Mo Lan's heart.
"You mean, Feng Qianchen doesn't love her at all, do you?" Mo Lan saw that the two people who were hugging each other were now gone, and a deep sense of loss arose spontaneously. It turned out that they could only be seen.
She is enough, nothing else matters, as long as she can be by his side, my heart will be filled to the brim.
He had promised himself that he would always protect her happiness, but if this happiness was just an illusion, of course he would break it himself. Then he would give her happiness.
Outside the city in late spring and early summer, only Mo Lan stood there quietly. Everything just now seemed to be an illusion.