Madam Dihao is not good

But he just pulled up the quilt and covered her, kissed her forehead: "Go to sleep."

Bai Yunshang's heart felt warmer than ever before.

Having just gone through such a storm, how warm is the tranquility now to her?No one can understand it.

Tears are so warm that they are about to flow...

She bit her lip, and when Mo Liuyuan got up, she grabbed his wrist: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I'm going back to my room," he said calmly, "sleeping next to you, I'm afraid I can't help 'disturbing' you."

Bai Yunshang hoped to say desperately: It's okay, then just bother.

She knew that this was what Mo Liuyuan wanted to hear the most. He was actually waiting...

She let go of her hand slowly: "It's too late, I'm so sleepy, go to bed early."

She still has a lot of time with Mo Liuyuan, but now she can't...

Even if Mo Liuyuan didn't mind, she couldn't get entangled with Mo Liuyuan after being touched by Sikong Zeye just now>

That night, Bai Yunshang had the dream of the night of the rainstorm again, just like the past 6 years, dreaming of it repeatedly and non-stop.

In fact, this may not be a dream, but a memory that has always been in her mind and she does not want to forget.

No matter how painful it was, no matter how painful it was, she couldn't bear to forget the painful feeling, and kept thinking about it.

Because the more pain she had, the happier she was.

But in this night's dream, she didn't feel any pain.

When Sikong Zeye turned and left and said "Yunshang, I won't wait for you", Bai Yunshang calmly watched his leaving back, every step he took...

I feel that he really left this time, maybe I won't dream of it again in the future, right?

It was dawn, my eyes were dry, and it was the first time I didn't wake up in a state of crying.

Bai Yunshang's mind is still empty, has she really forgotten?It should be possible, everything is a new beginning

Mofufu's crying sound could be heard outside the corridor, followed by Mo Andro's crying sound, and the servant's voice coaxing them...

She pushed open the window and saw Mo Zhuojue standing in the front yard learning archery. He used flowers as bullseye and wantonly ravaged those precious plants.The servant persuaded him, so he unhappily pointed the drawn bow and arrow at the servant's forehead...

The world is in turmoil, and every day when we wake up, we are faced with all kinds of turmoil.