She didn't know if that mysterious man was Jun Moye. If he saw him, she couldn't imagine how she would feel.
Disappointment, sadness, sadness, pain, or despair...
Touching the purple ring on the ring finger with one hand, a trace of nostalgia and pain flashed in his eyes.
Why has Ziming Ring never flashed past her? Is it because she is too far away from Jun Moye, or is it that Jun Moye has really left...
She didn't dare to think about bad things, and she didn't want to know the bad answers.
She just wants her night to be okay, she just wants him to come back to her, and then their family can live happily, that's all.
The higher you stand, the lonelier you feel. That's because you don't have that lover around you who can stay with you for the rest of your life.
She is now like a lone wolf who has lost her partner, and her heart is so pale and helpless.
She has been desperate, decadent, and heartbroken, but she still has to stand up.
Just because she had expectations and hope in her heart, she never gave up.
He closed his eyes slowly, suppressed the pain in his eyes, and spoke silently.
Ye, if you are in Shenwu Continent, could you please give me some instructions...
There was still no reaction from the Purple Ming Ring. The purple light was shining, but it did not emit any light anymore, as if it had lost its vitality.
Mu Hanyue took a deep breath and opened her eyes again, her eyes filled with indifference.
Qian Mo has been looking at Mu Hanyue from the side, with doubts in his eyes: "Woman, what's wrong with you?"
Why did he just feel a strong sadness spreading on her body? Was it his imagination?
He narrowed his eyes slightly and shook his head in his mind.
No, that was definitely not his illusion. Those emotions were so real. Although they were fleeting and did not stay long, he still felt them clearly.
As powerful as she is, as cold and arrogant as she is, as cold as her, why is she sad? What could make her have such a sad aura.
Mu Hanyue glanced at Qian Mo coldly and shook her head: "It's okay."
Qianmo curled his lips and said, "Don't lie to me. I just saw that your mood was not right. Something must be wrong."
He is not a fool, he really thinks he is so easy to deceive.
Mu Hanyue raised her eyebrows and smiled coldly, "What does my matter have to do with you?"
After saying that, he walked straight into the city.
Qianmo blinked his eyes, a trace of annoyance and anger flashed in his bloodthirsty eyes. This woman, it was rare for him to care about others and she still didn't appreciate it.
Since he didn't want to say anything, let her do whatever she wanted, and he didn't bother to ask again.
Anyway, he only promised her three things, and there really wasn't much else, so he just had to do his part.
The two entered the city and walked for a while before finding an inn.
Darkness slowly fell, and the number of pedestrians on the road became sparse.
Mu Hanyue chose an inn with a small family, asked for two rooms and some food and wine, and then went to her room without staying on the first floor to eat.
Qianmo was also happy to be free and returned to his room.
After Mu Hanyue finished eating, she placed a barrier in the room and took out a set of white dresses to change into.
The bathtub behind the gauze curtain was emitting wisps of white smoke, and the water in the bathtub was still hot.
Mu Hanyue took off her clothes and got into the bathtub. Her crystal-clear skin was soaked in the water and was so smooth and delicate.