Gu Yilan held her breath, held Mu Yunhan's face tremblingly, and pressed her forehead against hers.
he loves her.
The more we love, the more we want to get close, and the more we are afraid of getting close.
The closer we are, the more we love.
He cannot love her.
The further away you are, the more afraid you are of being away, the more you love.
Gu Yilan choked with sobs, and two drops of crystal tears fell on Mu Yunhan's face.
"Sir! Porridge, porridge, porridge is ready!"
Duo'er's trembling voice came from the door.
She held the door open, her teeth chattering with nervousness, and her whole body was as soft as mud out of fear.
But she still bravely held on to the door frame and bravely spoke out.
"Get out!" Gu Yilan turned his back to her and shouted coldly.
Duo'er didn't dare to say anything anymore and left tremblingly.
Just as I turned around, my left foot tripped over my right foot because my legs were weak, causing me to fall hard.
She was in so much pain that she couldn't stand up and wanted to cry, but she knew she had no right to cry.
She blinked her eyes, suppressed her tears, sat up slowly, turned her back to Gu Yilan and whispered, "What do you plan to do in the future? Leave with your wife?"
She is not an ignorant little girl. When he brought her here, she saw the way he looked at his wife, and she knew that the man she regarded as a god was madly in love with his wife.
But what can be done?
"Madam doesn't like you. She is committed to the priest for life and death."
Duo'er's voice became smaller and smaller. In fact, she was trembling with fear.
But she continued: "Unless you can kill the priest, but in that case, you will become my wife's husband-killing enemy, and she will hate you."
"roll!"
A strong wind hit, and Duo'er was thrown out and fell face down into the yard. It was very painful, but miraculously she did not break her arms or legs, nor did she faint.
She lay on the ground, looked at the sky with blurry eyes, and murmured: "You are not bad people. I don't want you to have a hard time. I know that you are a good person, otherwise you would not let me take care of my wife..."
A strong wind came and hit her dumb hole hard.
She opened her mouth and lost her voice.
She turned around, faced the door, and wanted to stand up.
Another strong gust of wind hit her, and her whole body collapsed, lying on the ground, staring at the situation in the room, unable to move.
Gu Yilan has calmed down her emotions.
He sat by the bed and looked at Mu Yunhan silently for a long, long time without blinking.
After an unknown amount of time, the candles burned out and the sky turned white.
There was a subtle and unusual sound coming from the distance.
Finally found it.
He lowered his eyes, held Mu Yunhan's hand as gently as he could, and prepared to put it back under the quilt.
As soon as he touched Mu Yunhan, the hand suddenly turned around and grabbed his pulse door sensitively and powerfully.
Mu Yunhan's long eyelashes fluttered, revealing her clear eyes.
"It's really you..." she said softly, without any intention of letting go of him.
Her eyes fell on his face, and her expression gradually became strange and surprised: "What's wrong with you?"
There was a hideous scar on the originally flawless face.
This scar runs through the entire face, as if tearing a perfect famous painting in half.
Gu Yilan was silent for a moment, smiled slightly, and said nonchalantly: "It's just what you saw."
Mu Yunhan didn't say anything, but focused his eyes on his hand.
That slender, perfect hand was missing two fingers.
The area where the finger was severed didn't look good, the skin and flesh were twisted, and it looked very painful.