Flowers on the other side are blooming for you

Chapter 928 How to compensate?

Ye Xuanji's body froze suddenly, and then slowly opened her eyes.

Mo Qingcheng was standing in front of her bed, his eyes fixed on her face, the light in his eyes changed slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The eyes of the two met, and Mo Qingcheng was a little flustered in his eyes. He slightly avoided it and looked at the porridge on the table: "Why don't you eat it?"

Ye Xuanji smiled faintly: "I have no appetite."

Mo Qingcheng: "You haven't eaten all day and night..."

His voice was slightly hoarse.

Ye Xuanji closed her eyes slightly, her face was still calm: "I will eat after I go out."

Mo Qingcheng: "..."

He sat down beside her,
Ye Xuanji closed her eyes, did not move or speak.

The room is almost silent and frightening,

After a while, Mo Qingcheng coughed, and finally said, "Xuanji, me, don't you want to ask me something?

Ye Xuanji slowly opened her eyes, and said calmly, "I have nothing to ask."

In that treasure he had already made his choice, hadn't he?
She didn't think she had anything more to ask.

Mo Qingcheng froze, looking at her.

Her face was completely alienated and indifferent. Although she was looking at him, her bright eyes were neither wind nor cold, as if he was just an irrelevant stranger.

His face turned pale: "Xuanji, the matter between me and her..."

"Flowers have no fragrance, you don't have to explain anything."

Ye Xuanji interrupted him: "I don't care what you and she want. I'm just a mortal. I don't have the honor to know you, a god. If you have nothing to do, please go out. I'm tired."

Mo Qingcheng took a step back. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

Taking a breath, she looked at her: "No matter what, I owe you...I will make it up to you..."

compensate?How to compensate?

How can I make up for a broken heart?

Can he sew it up again?
Even if it can be stitched up, those scars are still there, and those pains are still there!
Ye Xuanji suddenly laughed, her eyes narrowed like a cat's, as if hearing the most incredible joke: "Yes, you owe me."

She spoke slowly, one sentence at a time: "How do you want to make it up? Give me a mountain of gold? Or give up the addiction of being an emperor?"

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I was bitten by a dog again today, and I feel restless.Updates are slower.

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