Mo Ling came out of Grandpa Su's house. She originally planned to accompany Jiang Li tonight, but the latter still refused her with a determined look.

Mo Ling decided to go back to his hometown to see how Xu Fan and his brother were chatting.

Mo Ling sighed. What kind of things had happened to make the two of them become what they are now?

Mo Ling couldn't understand it no matter how hard he tried, but as a witness to their love, he didn't want them to miss each other so carelessly.

The relationship between the bishop and the director of the Holy Library was recognized by her, the Holy Grace Radiant Knight of the End Wheel Dancer!

Mo Ling thought to himself as he walked up the stairs and soon arrived at the door of his home.

He took out the key, opened the door and walked in.

As soon as he entered, Mo Ling saw two people with bruised faces and noses sitting on the sofa.

"You...this is."

Mo Ling stood beside the living room, so shocked that she couldn't speak. She covered her mouth slightly and her eyes turned red again.

"Nothing. I was just coming back with your brother when I accidentally... fell. Unfortunately, I landed on my face."

Xu Fan held the ice pack in his right hand and applied it to his slightly swollen right cheek and said with some embarrassment.

Mo Jingchun, who was sitting silently on the other side, glanced at his sister and nodded.

"Do you two take me for a fool?"

Mo Ling was a little angry. She threw the key on the table, turned around and squatted down according to her memory, and took out a medicine box from the drawer opposite the living room.

Mo Ling breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't expect that he was still here.

"Hey, Mo Jingchun should have a medicine box, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Xu Fan nudged Mo Jingchun, who was sitting next to him, with his leg, his tone a little dissatisfied.

He seemed to have become the Xu Fan he was before. Mo Jingchun said nothing, but just lowered his head.

"Okay, you two, stop arguing. I'll apply medicine to you."

Mo Ling took out a bottle of ointment, walked to Xu Fan's side, and motioned him to move the ice pack away.

Xu Fan left the ice pack, and as soon as the ointment touched his wound, he grimaced in pain.

Mo Ling leaned very close to her face and applied the ointment carefully with a cotton swab.

But the corners of her eyes were slightly red, and she felt very distressed seeing the two of them like this.

"You still feel pain, why do you fight?"

"You..." Mo Ling lowered his head, his slender shoulders trembling slightly. "What happened to you? Why won't you tell me? Why did it become like this?"

The two men fell silent, and for a moment the only sound was Mo Ling's sobbing.

"It's okay, Mo Ling," Xu Fan reached out and stroked the back of Mo Ling's head, looking at her with slightly swollen eyes, "Don't worry about us, Jiang Li..."

Xu Fan paused and looked at Mo Jingchun beside him, but the latter seemed not to have heard anything and still did not react.

"How is she?"

"Sister Jiang Li, she's in a very bad state and has been crying. I don't know if she listened to what I said to her."

Mo Ling sniffed, a look of anxiety on her pretty little face. After she finished applying the whitewash on the wound on Xu Fan's face, she sat next to Mo Jingchun again.

"Brother, what happened? Tell us, the four of us will face it together."

Mo Ling grabbed Mo Jingchun's hand. His palm was slightly cold at the moment, and there was a wound on his fist from just now.

"Don't ask, Mo Ling. You don't want to know what Xu Fan is about, and I won't tell you."

Mo Jingchun closed his eyes, fell on the sofa behind him, and sighed deeply.

"Don't ask him, Mo Ling."

Xu Fan's eyes were swollen, so he was forced to look at Mo Jingchun sideways. "Unless you hang him up and beat him for three days and three nights, he won't say anything."

Mo Ling's eyes were a little hesitant. He looked at Xu Fan, then shifted his gaze to Mo Jingchun, and finally fell silent.

Now, she could only hope that Sister Jiang Li and her brother could reconcile.

"Where's the ginger? Why don't I see it?"

Mo Ling put away the medicine box and looked around the living room, but did not find any ginger.

"It," Mo Jingchun remembered that he seemed to have locked him outside on the balcony.

"Ginger, come out quickly," Mo Ling immediately walked to the balcony and released Ginger who was trapped inside.

"Woof."

Ginger's tail drooped and twisted gently, as if it had suffered a great injustice. It rubbed Mo Ling's cheek gently and licked her white neck with its warm tongue.

"Ah, I'm sorry for putting you in such a difficult position, Ginger."

Mo Ling stroked the ginger dog's furry head and said, "But as a sacred beast, you still need to be strong."

Mo Ling glanced at the balcony, where some dog food and clean water were piled, and the dog litter box was also there.

Ginger stuck out his tongue but didn't smile. He wagged his tail and sniffed and looked around the living room, as if he had discovered something.

Ginger also seemed to notice that the gentle hostess was gone.

"Woof woof woof."

Sheng Jiang called out to Mo Jingchun twice, as if blaming him.

"Okay, come here, Ginger."

Mo Ling brought the ginger over and let it lean against his feet, but the big ginger was still a little anxious.

Mo Jingchun took out his cell phone from his pocket and checked the time.

It’s 10:37, it’s a bit late, I guess I have to go tomorrow.

Mo Jingchun calmed himself down. He just felt very tired. He stood up and walked towards his room.

Mo Ling subconsciously glanced at Xu Fan beside him, and the latter shook his head slightly.

There is only so much they can do, and some things still depend on the opinions of Jiang Li and Mo Jingchun.

Mo Jingchun sat on the bed. The wooden board under him creaked, and then he reacted and walked into Jiang Li's room again.

Mo Jingchun looked out the window. The night was filled with thick clouds that covered the sky and he could not see anything.