Misha's forehead was covered in cold sweat, her hands and feet were cold, and she was trembling slightly. She first looked around and found that she was in the room in Haitang Pavilion. Then she slowly looked at Mi En, her eyes narrowed, and she asked uncertainly,
"Where's An Rong? Where is An Rong?"
Mi En lowered his eyes and said softly, "We didn't rescue him."
Misha stared at him, her eyes condensing little by little, like cold blades, "You just let him stay with that commander?"
Mi En did not answer, seemingly speechless.
Misha took a deep breath, held back the turmoil in her heart, and said tremblingly, "His body... is actually deteriorating. He may be tortured to death before he escapes. Do you know?"
Misha knew An Rong's situation well, but by not telling her, she didn't want to face it, and she was holding on to a fantasy.
Mi En frowned and looked at her, her eyes tangled and blurred, "Since you know that his health is deteriorating, do you still...still like him? Do you still choose to be with him?"
He can allow Misha to fall in love with other men, but he will not watch her go into a fruitless relationship!
"Yes!" Misha admitted loudly and said without hesitation, "I don't care if it lasts a year, a month, or a day, I only know that I have feelings for this fool!"
"Emotional?" Mi En smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Misha, how long have you known each other? You say you are emotional so easily?"
Misha looked directly at him, then turned her head, "The gaze can last for a second or a lifetime."
Mi En's expression trembled, "Just for this one look, are you willing to put all your emotions into a person who is about to die?"
"That's right," Misha bravely met his gaze, "even if he dies tomorrow, I will let him know today that there is such a person in this world who cares about him! I will also let him believe that I
Misha is definitely not just talking!"
"Isn't it just talk? Ha!" Mien laughed exaggeratedly, his eyes filled with anger, and he walked towards her, "Then what else do you want? To save him single-handedly? Let the commander arrest you again and treat you as a prisoner.
Hostages are used to threaten us?"
Misha's eyebrows also tightened, her chest heaved slightly, and her eyes were extremely sharp, "Don't worry, I won't hurt any of you again!" She said as she was about to leave, but Mi En grabbed her and whispered.
Roaring, "Damn it, do you understand what I mean?"
As soon as the words came out, he was stunned, and so was Misha.
Mi En slowly turned his head, and loosened his grip on her. His breathing became disordered, and his eyes struggled a little. Finally, he slowly calmed down, turned to look at her, and said in a calm voice, "I let go once, but,
It's so helpless... I know very well that I am no longer qualified to say anything to you, so the only thing I pray for is that you can be happy. However, if your choice is peace, I cannot be indifferent to you.
Can you understand? Can you understand...my heart?"
I understand that he has been struggling with his heart so far, and he is unwilling to give up...
Misha pursed her lips and lowered her gaze. She understood Mien better than anyone else, so how could she not understand his thoughts?
only……
There are no ifs for everything.
Misha's temperament is like this. If she decides to give up on a road to the end, that is giving up and will not turn around again. Therefore, after she decided to give up her complicated emotions with Mi En, even though her heart was full of holes, she still
She is free. Even if the truth about her blood relationship with Mi En is revealed now, it will not help.
She stepped forward, took the initiative to hold his hand, raised her eyes to stare at him, and said softly, "Mi En, don't restrain yourself for too long."
After saying that, she turned around and pushed the door open and walked out.
Mi En looked back, his brown eyes narrowed, and only he could understand the struggle and reluctance in it.
When Misha walked out of the door, she paused.
The wound hurt a bit. She frowned and gritted her teeth.
"What's wrong?"
The cold voice coming from behind startled her.
Turning back, she met Visa Weibing's gaze, but Misha, who was already familiar with him, knew that Visa could take the initiative to ask, which proved that this was an unusual relationship.
"It's okay, it's just that the wound hurts a bit..." she answered honestly.
Visa looked at her, turned around, and said simply and clearly, "Come to my room."
Misha was obedient and responded, then obediently watched him enter the room.
Facing Visa, he has the ability to make everyone obey him. His natural aura is strong and oppressive.
"Take off your clothes." When Visa said this, it was normal. Although he was a man, he was still a drop-dead-looking man, and there was no trace of lust in his eyes.
Of course Misha knew that he wanted to check her injuries, so she didn't show any pretense and took off her clothes, wearing only her underwear, but her cheeks still couldn't help but blush.
Visa came over, glanced at her injury, took out his special ointment from the medicine box, and applied it evenly on the wound with his fingers, his movements were natural.
"What kind of medicine is this?" Misha asked curiously.
He raised his eyes and said, "The poison won't kill you."
"..." Misha was speechless.
Well, she shouldn't ask more.
Strangely enough, after applying the medicine, the wound didn't hurt that much anymore, and it felt a bit cool and comfortable.
Knowing that this was a good thing, Misha wished he could apply more of it.
But Visa was very careful in using the medicine and refused to take any more. It was obvious that this medicine was extremely precious.
After applying it, he asked her to put on her clothes and said casually, "You can rest assured, there won't be any scars in the future."
Upon hearing this, Misha's eyes lit up, and she quickly grabbed him and asked, "Visa, you must have a way to save An Rong, right?"
Visa lowered his head and glanced at her hand that was holding the hem of his clothes. Knowing that he had a tricky temper, Misha quickly let go and smoothed it out to please him, "Visa, you have such great medical skills, you must be able to find a way!"
Visa did not mince words and said directly, "There is no way."
Misha was stunned, and then exclaimed in disbelief, "How is that possible?!"
Visa glanced at her and said, "I am not a god."
Misha was anxious, "But...but you were able to save even Xi Cen!"
You know, Xi Cen was suffering from a terminal disease! Even in the best cancer hospital in the United States, there was no way to cure it, but Visa was able to cure it. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a god!
Visa snorted coldly, "Cancer is still possible to be cured, but amyotrophic lateral sclerosis is the real terminal disease, and there is no solution yet. I am not a medical expert, so why should I be cured?
he?"
"No, Visa, are you kidding me? You can do it, right?"
Visa is Misha's only hope, and she doesn't believe his words no matter what!
Visa said coldly, "Believe it or not, it's up to you."
After saying what he wanted to say, he turned around and was about to leave. Misha suddenly stopped him, stared at him with twinkling eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Visa, I beg you to save him, I believe you will find a way.
, even if you don’t have it now, you can definitely do it if you want to... help me."
Visa stared at her deeply, his handsome face still unchanged, "If I were you, I would make him feel better now."
When Misha walked out of Visa's room, she felt like she had lost her soul.
She always thought that Visa was the last hope, but in the end...
She was very sad, but she wanted to cry but had no tears.
Walking to the stairs in a daze, she sat down and rested her head on the wall next to her, her eyes so vague that she was helpless.
There were slight footsteps behind her, accompanied by the pleasant sound of silver jewelry clashing, and then, someone sat next to her.
Yangduo raised her willow-leaf eyebrows, stared at the lost Misha, raised her red lips, and smiled lightly, "Are you worried?"
Hearing her words, Misha didn't look back and murmured, "Now, even the last hope is gone..."
After hearing her meaningless words, Yangduo blinked his eyes and moved closer to her, "What hope?"
Misha sniffed, pushed back the tears in her eyes, turned around and smiled weakly at her, "It's nothing."
She stood up, adjusted her mood, and was about to go downstairs, but Yangduo stopped her, "Hey, are you looking for Mr. Cen?"
Misha paused and nodded, "I want to save An Rong. Even if I can't save him, I don't want to leave anymore."
Yangduo smiled half-heartedly and said, "For him, would you rather be locked up?"
"I know, it's stupid to do this. If I were you, I would laugh too." Misha said quietly, with no unpleasant feeling at all, as if she was talking about other people's affairs, which was innocuous. "
Hearing what she said, Yangduo didn't laugh. Instead, he looked at her again and nodded, "Yes, I have the guts!"
Misha was stunned, turned around and looked at her, "Third sister-in-law..."
Yangduo smiled, and went over to hug her affectionately, "To tell you the truth, I think that An Rong is pretty good, and he is sincere to you. The more I look at him, the more I like him. Such a good man doesn't even hold a lantern.
I searched everywhere and missed him like this, which is a pity. So, I was thinking, why not, I will help you and rescue him."
She spoke in an understatement and was so domineering.
Misha's eyes widened, she was stunned, and she blinked twice, "Third sister-in-law, you..."
"Haha," Yangduo covered her mouth with a charming smile, "As long as you don't tell Ah San."
Misha didn't expect that she would offer to help her save An Rong, and she didn't know what to do for a moment.
Yangduo pulled her to sit on the stairs, "In the past, when Asan and I separated, all I thought about was him. I know what it feels like to miss someone. It's very uncomfortable, but I have to accept it." She turned around and looked at her.
Misha said seriously, "Because of this, I want to help you."
Misha's eyes tightened, and her expression gradually changed, "Sister-in-law, thank you!"
"Haha, thank you no matter what, we are all one family. In short, this matter is all on me!"