"Luochen, you are just a child. Don't take everything to heart. For so many years, you have stayed with me in the Lotus Holy Land. It's not just right or wrong." With his identity, why should he stay in this small place.
There was no emotional change in Di Luochen's eyes, but there was a slight arc at the corner of his mouth: "It doesn't matter where I stay, I also like this quiet place, quiet."
"She is coming."
Outside the lotus pond, a woman in white stood quietly, her cold pupils locked on the woman who was pouring tea in the pavilion, her eyes narrowed slightly, white light flashed, and she appeared in the pavilion the next second.
Although Di Luochen is a child, his mind is not comparable to that of his peers. He stood up, but his small body was full of indifference and alienation: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."
These words were naturally addressed to Disha.
Looking at the little boy in front of her, who was only a few years older than Jun Qingjue, Mu Hanyue curled her lips and said, "It was you who saved Qingxin before." Although she was questioning, her tone was affirmative.
Jun Qingxin never said it, but she heard Jun Moye mention it to Jun Qingjue, so she remembered it.
In the Lotus Holy Land, there is a little boy who is a few years older than Qingxin. Looking at the appearance of the little boy in front of him and the indifference in his eyes, there is an aura of nobility and elegance in his every move. In this way, it must be the little boy that Jun Qingxin mentioned.
It's a boy.
"That's not what I meant." The childish voice was colder than ordinary people.
Mu Hanyue shrugged: "It doesn't matter, it's just you."
Looking up at the woman in white in front of me, I saw her phoenix eyes, long eyebrows on her temples, a smile on her lips, her eyes as clear as water, her eyebrows trimmed and her nose slightly dimpled, and she was very beautiful.
The sunlight shining on her face made her complexion even more crystal clear and as soft as jade. However, her complexion was extremely white, and her eyes had a faint hint of the blue of the sea.
She has a calm and watery temperament all over her body, and her long white dress sways in the wind, making her look as elegant as a fairy.
There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent.
Look at the charming city once, and then look at the charming country.
Mu Hanyue secretly lamented that this woman's appearance and temperament were excellent.
"No wonder Ye's temperament is so complicated." It seems that he inherited it from his parents.
Qingyuan stood up and smiled lightly: "Sit down." After saying that, he pushed the cup of tea he had just poured to the opposite side.
Mu Hanyue sat down without being shy, reached for the cup of tea, took a sip, and said nothing.
"Is he okay?" A faint voice came from the front, and Mu Hanyue subconsciously felt a little confused.
Who does he refer to?
You have no medicine, Emperor Shitian, or...
Putting down the tea cup in his hand, he nodded: "Ye is fine now." It was just not good before.
Hearing the dissatisfaction in her tone, Qingyuan was not angry and said with a smile: "I know, as a mother, I feel sorry for him."
"It's one thing to be sorry, but it's another thing to repay. Have you ever thought about what you owe Ye the most?" She was aggrieved for Jun Moye, but she also understood the feelings of parents in the world.
Qingyuan raised her eyes to look at Mu Hanyue, her eyes narrowed slightly: "I will not shirk responsibility for what I have done. I am afraid that I will not be able to give him a complete family or maternal love in this life."
Rather than doing this, it would be better not to give hope.
"The personalities are quite similar." The same goes for Jun Moye.
"Should I call you Hanyue, or..."
"Hanyue!" Mu Hanyue answered decisively without any hesitation.