Feng Liting led An Xici through the long corridor in the ice cave to the central square. An Xici saw Mo Yan leaning against the ice wall from a distance, with his hands and feet chained with iron chains.
Even Feng Liting was shocked when he saw this scene.
Since sister likes Mo Yan, why would she lock him up?
An Xici walked that way quickly, but when she got close to Mo Yan, her legs seemed to be filled with lead and she couldn't even move a step.
She couldn't help but think that the last time, when she caught up with him outside Fenghua Pavilion, what she saw was him being chained up and looking extremely embarrassed.
This time after separation and meeting again, what she saw was still a scene that made her feel so distressed that she couldn't breathe.
He lowered his head, his black hair covering half of his face, as if he was asleep, and he didn't even notice their approach.
In just a few steps, An Xijian felt as if he had walked for a century. She knelt down beside him and gently moved his hair away from his face with her fingers. When she saw that familiar face, her heart moved.
Tremble.
The cold yet familiar temperature she touched in her palm made her burst into tears.
They had been separated for so long, but it felt like they were separated just yesterday. She, who was obviously as strong as steel, suddenly became as fragile as a child in front of him, and she couldn't stop crying.
She hugged his neck, put her warm lips on his cold face, and hot tears kept sliding down the corners of her eyes.
Perhaps due to the burning of this unusual temperature, Mo Yan suddenly woke up from his deep sleep, but his blood-red eyes contained a dangerous aura that was about to explode.
"A-Yan, A-Yan! It's me!" An Xishu, however, was not even a little bit scared and called him with a choked voice.
Mo Yan's body froze. This voice was too shocking to him, as if it could pierce directly into his soul, making him completely wake up almost at that moment.
Seeing the crying face in his eyes, Mo Yan actually raised the corners of his lips and smiled softly.
It's her who's here, it's not a dream.
At that moment, his state of mind was a little dazed, and he couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.
This time, he is real and his time is running out.
It was impossible for him to agree to the conditions proposed by Feng Jiaoxue, and it was impossible for her to keep him locked up forever. Within a month, even if Feng Jiaoxue didn't open the lock for him, he could break the chain by himself.
But at that time, he had reached a desperate situation and could no longer control himself.
But even then, he had to leave, at least to see his Xi'er again.
In this way, he no longer cares about the outcome.
"A Yan? Why are you laughing?" An Xibi was stunned by his laughter and couldn't help but ask.
Only then did Mo Yan wake up from his trance, his cool eyes fell seriously on her face, looking at those shining star eyes, he saw his own shadow clearly reflected in them.
He couldn't quite come to his senses.
It turns out that it was not a dream.
Really, it's not a dream.
He stared at her quietly, as if time had been frozen at this moment, solidified, no longer moving forward a minute or a second, but melting into this gaze, their eyes facing each other, and the moment was eternity.
He only saw her in his eyes, and there was only his shadow in her eyes. There was no need for any words. All the words he wanted to say and all his thoughts were just finished.