There was no conversation between the two, and the atmosphere was surprisingly quiet.
Mu Ziyi lowered her head and kept holding her hands hidden in her sleeves tightly, silently.
She is waiting for him to leave.
As if he knew what the woman was thinking, the man in black robe just stood quietly in front of her, his tall and tall figure towering over the woman's head, shielding her from the scorching sun.
Time passed by, and the man still showed no sign of leaving.
Mu Ziyi pursed her lips slightly, raised her head slowly, and said in an extremely calm tone: "Can you take me to the pavilion to sit down?"
Her eyes were no longer panicked, but were as dull as dead water, without any focus.
The man in the black robe felt a little tense in his heart, but he did not dare to say anything to disturb her. He just stretched out his hand, slowly took the woman's hand, and led her slowly towards the pavilion step by step.
Seeing that he remained silent, Mu Ziyi stopped asking, and just let him lead her around like a well-behaved little white rabbit.
The man's big hand wrapped her small hand, and the warmth from his palm was very hot, which made her feel at ease.
The breeze blew by, and a familiar and reassuring breath floated in the air. The tension and panic in the woman's heart gradually disappeared.
Arriving at the pavilion, Mu Ziyi took her hand out of his palm, groped with her hands in mid-air, and slowly sat down along the railing.
She didn't speak, and the man in black robe just stood aside quietly without disturbing her.
Mu Ziyi turned her head slightly, knowing that he was still there: "I want to sit alone for a while."
The man in the black robe narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around, and sat down on the railing next to her, keeping two fists apart from her.
This pavilion is very quiet, so quiet that you can hear each other's breathing.
Mu Ziyi's eyes slowly closed. She knew that he had not left, but she didn't know what to say.
As she looks now, she is no different from a useless person. No matter where she goes, she will become a burden to others.
The woman closed her eyes and leaned her head on the railing, with the sound of wind and running water constantly coming to her ears.
Perhaps it was because the man in the black robe was beside her, or perhaps because she hadn't rested for three days, Mu Ziyi's breathing gradually became more even, and she fell into a deep sleep.
Looking at the woman's sleeping face as peacefully as a baby, the man in the black robe felt heartbroken and self-blame.
He stretched out his hand, and his slender white fingers slowly landed on the woman's cheek.
Her skin was as white as snow, but now it looked a little sickly pale. Her already small face had become much thinner, and her chin was slightly pointed.
Listening to her even breathing, the man in black robe gently picked up the strand of hair scattered in front of her forehead with his fingertips, and gently tucked it behind her ear, while the dull pain in her heart continued.
.
With just one glance, he knew that she was living a very bad life these days.
She was originally a very slender woman, but now she has lost a lot of weight and looks much more haggard, which makes her look even more distressing.
The man's eyes slowly fell on her tightly closed eyes. His black eyes hurt slightly, and his heart hurt as if someone had cut it off piece by piece with a knife, and she was unconscious.
The hurt is in her body, and the pain is in his heart.
If possible, he really hoped to transfer all the pain from her to him.
He wanted her to live a carefree life, and he wanted her to live a simple and pure life...