Mo Lian struggled uncomfortably, flicked her hand, and suddenly touched Hong Lian's face. He was startled, then suddenly held his face with both hands, hugged him into his arms, and murmured: "I was wrong, wrong
Already......"
Honglian was startled, then blushed, and did not struggle. She just leaned on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.
She knew that he was not awake and was in a daze now, but it was only at such times that she could get so close to him.
"Mo Lian, I like you, I have liked you since I was a child." Hong Lian lowered her voice and said, only she could hear such a voice.
After she finished speaking, she was still worried that Mo Lian would hear her, but luckily, he calmed down and probably didn't hear anything.
I don't know why, I feel a little disappointed. I don't want him to hear it, but he can't hear it, and I'm also very disappointed.
But it doesn't matter, Mo Lian, we will be together for the rest of our lives.
Honglian and Molian will never be separated.
Mo Lian hugged her tightly, not knowing who she was holding. Just touching a similar face, her subconscious determined her identity.
"Yue, Yue, I'm sorry..." He said in a hoarse voice, suppressing the choking sound in his voice. If tears could make him not feel so regretful, he would definitely cry.
Honglian was startled: "What?"
Mo Lian murmured: "Yue..."
Honglian suddenly raised his head, his face turned pale, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he shouted loudly: "Who are you calling? Who are you calling?"
Disturbed by her hysterical voice, Mo Lian's chaotic consciousness seemed to have returned a little, and she frowned when she heard the shouting in her ears.
Honglian grabbed his collar and asked loudly: "Who are you calling? I am Honglian!"
That cry of grief and anger broke into Mo Lian's mind in an instant. He suddenly woke up, pushed Hong Lian away, stood up from the bed, and stumbled out.
"Mo Lian!" Hong Lian was frightened by his actions and immediately followed him, "Your injury hasn't healed yet, where do you want to go?"
Mo Lian didn't want to explain to him, so she just pushed her away and walked out stubbornly. Even if he was seriously injured, his strength was much better than hers, so as soon as he went out, he walked away quickly.
"Mo Lian! Where are you going?" Hong Lian shouted, tears covering her cheeks. Thinking of the name he shouted in a coma, she suddenly felt like her heart was piercing her heart.
Mo Lian stumbled into Qiyang City in the heavy rain for half the night, not knowing where he was going. The rain soaked all his clothes, and the bandaged wounds were soaked in the rain, causing him pain.
The Phantom Beast followed him silently in the dark, watching him walk aimlessly, one block after another. Sometimes he walked repeatedly and he didn't know, but he just didn't stop.
Having grown up with him, how could the Phantom Beast not know what he was looking for?
Seeing that he was obviously so tired, unable to support himself despite being seriously injured and not wanting to stop, the Phantom Beast couldn't help but sighed and said to Mo Lian silently in his heart: "She is in the palace of Xirong Kingdom."
Mo Lian raised her head, her expression filled with joy, but at a loss: "Imperial Palace?"
The Phantom Beast sighed: "To the east of you."
Mo Lian turned around without saying a word and walked slowly towards the east. The rainwater under her feet was splashed, and one by one looked like flowers blooming.
