She has nothing left, and this is her strongest armor.
Wu Xuanye was also a little surprised. He couldn't bear to see Mu Yun'an cry and be sad, so he wanted to continue to make her forget the past and let her be the innocent and lovely Wushuang again.
What he used was a mind-catching technique that was much more powerful than hypnotism.
But this soul-stirring technique had no effect on her. Is it because Xiao Chengyi died, so her heart died too?
Wu Xuan Yejun frowned: "Why are you doing this? Are you going to spend the next days in grief? Isn't it good to forget the pain?"
Mu Yun'an rubbed the hairpin in her hand. She felt that there seemed to be scratches on the hairpin, so she picked it up and looked at it carefully.
Sure enough, I saw the word "Yun Yi" engraved on this hairpin.
Mu Yun'an smiled, with tears all over his face: "Who said it was painful? That was the best memory in my life."
Wu Xuanye's eyebrows moved slightly, he stood up and said: "I will take his body away first."
After hearing this, Mu Yunan hugged Xiao Chengyi and asked, "When are you going to save him?"
Wu Xuanye said in a deep voice: "These are not your concerns. In short, I will never break my promise to you. I hope you will not break your promise and leave him to me."
Mu Yun'an hugged Xiao Chengyi's already cold body, her eyes full of nostalgia and reluctance, and said, "Let me hold you for a little while longer, just for a little while."
Wu Xuanye sighed: "The longer the delay, the longer it will take for him to resurrect. Are you sure you still want to waste time here?"
This is really useful.
Mu Yun'an reluctantly let go of Xiao Chengyi, handed him over to Wu Xuanye and said, "Don't lie to me."
Wu Xuanye glanced at her and said, "Before we get married, I will let you see him. If he doesn't survive, you can regret the marriage. Are you relieved?"
"Thanks."
Mu Yun'an looked at Xiao Chengyi with blurred eyes and thanked him softly.
Wu Xuanye helped Xiao Chengyi leave, but he took two steps and suddenly stopped and asked: "Your father is Mu Rufeng, what is your grandfather's name?"
Mu Yun'an didn't know why he asked this, but she still told him: "My grandfather's name is Mu Huaiye."
Wu Xuanye was shocked when he heard this name. Something in his eyes broke apart little by little, and finally turned into a piece of water.
Mu Huai Ye, Huai Ye.
Are they missing him?
Wu Xuanye closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and helped Xiao Chengyi leave.
Mu Yun'an thought that after knowing him for so long, she still didn't seem to know his name, so she asked: "I still don't know what your name is?"
Wu Xuanye turned around and raised his lips at her with a smile: "My surname is Wu, and my name is Wu Xuanye."
Mu Yun'an was stunned, Wu Xuanye, Mu Huaiye, could it be that the night in his grandfather's name was Wu Xuanye?
When she saw Wu Xuanye was about to leave, she chased after him and asked, "Is there any story between you and my ancestors?"
Wu Xuanye smiled and said, "I'll tell you when we meet next time."
After a pause, he continued: "Little girl, you can be sad or cry, but I hope it's just today.
Next time we meet, don’t cry again, it’s really ugly.”