Jun Moye looked at her sideways and said with a half-smile, "Whether they will be good or not depends on whether you are cruel or not."
Mu Qingyan's body was sick and she was not good at all.
Now that I have been exposed to the heavy rain, I will get sick sooner or later.
If Jun Qingjue were here at this moment, how could she bear it? Mu Qingyan was impatient and was ill, so she did not notice that Jun Qingjue was not there.
They were not clear about the conflict between the two, but the only thing they knew was that Jun Qingjue felt more distressed than anyone else when Mu Qingyan fell ill.
The protagonist is not here, so it is better for outsiders like them not to get involved.
Mu Hanyue curled her lips and complained slightly: "Qingjue is good at everything, but he doesn't know how to confide his feelings to others. He only runs out alone and walks far away."
It's okay now, Qingyan is being tortured here, and Qingjue is nowhere to be found.
The two of them had feelings in their hearts and loved each other deeply. One of them didn't tell the truth, and the other didn't get a response if they did. She looked anxious for them both.
Looking at the woman in blue dress standing in the dark night and being soaked in the rain, her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly.
Although her heart ached, but for the sake of their future, Mu Hanyue said softly: "It's late at night, it's time to sleep."
"Xiao Yue'er..." came the dissatisfied voice of a certain evildoer, as if he didn't like her ignoring him like this.
Mu Hanyue rolled her eyes at him: "It's all your son's good deeds. Let's see, you may not know what to do next."
Jun Moye smiled with an evil look on his face and said in a gentle tone: "Then I don't want it. I haven't liked Qing Jue for a long time."
What is the son used for?
Of course it was for sale.
Mu Hanyue: "..."
The rain slapped his face wantonly, causing a faint pain. In addition to the deafening thunder, the continuous violent wind and rain could be heard in his ears.
Time passes minute by minute, and two hours pass by in an instant.
Mu Qingyan was still standing at Jun Qingjue's door, staring straight ahead, the determination in her blue eyes never disappearing.
She has a firm heart and is not afraid of being tortured.
Her body had become almost cold and without any warmth, her face was slightly pale, and the sweat on her forehead was mingled with the rain, making it indistinguishable.
She was extremely afraid of such dark and terrible weather.
Her vision had begun to become blurry, and there was a faint headache in her head. Mu Qingyan shook her head, trying to make her vision clearer. However, her body was not as strong as before and was extremely weak.
His eyelids slowly dropped, his lips were bitten tightly, and traces of blood oozed from his mouth, which fell straight down as the rain washed away.
Tasting the blood in her mouth, Mu Qingyan laughed to herself. Her body seemed to be much weaker than she thought.
She doesn't need to rely on her physical weakness to win sympathy. If it's not a sincere forgiveness, if it's not sincere, she doesn't want it.
Looking at the closed room in front of her, Mu Qingyan smiled coldly, Jue, I will never leave until you show up.
He raised his head and glanced at the dark sky, his eyes filled with coldness.
In such a cold rainy night, coupled with her physical weakness and the cold wind, her already pale face became even more pale and bloodless.
Suddenly, there was a burst of pain in her lower abdomen, a heart-wrenching pain, a touch of cold liquid ran across her legs, and her blue dress was stained with a layer of blood. Mu Qingyan's body swayed slightly, and her vision went dark, straight.