At this moment, Mulan truly hated herself for saying those insincere words!

Mo Li opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but then swallowed her words back.

"If it really is you, you'd better leave before anyone notices! It would be best if you never came back!" Hua Mulan waved her hand impatiently when she saw that Mo Li offered no explanation.

Hearing Mulan's words, Mo Li felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his breathing became heavy. He couldn't help but give a bitter smile, "Actually, I came back this time to say goodbye to you..."

Hua Mulan looked at him in astonishment. "You, what did you say?"

“My brother is the strategist under General Wang Qiankun. I’m here to see him. I’m sorry I haven’t told you before, I’m sorry for causing you trouble…” Mo Li said respectfully, bowing his head.

Hua Mulan stared blankly at Mo Li, who was bowing to her. This was neither betrayal nor deception, but it made her feel a little guilty.

Just when you thought the person and thing you were looking forward to were about to reach their final outcome, you suddenly realized that everything this person did was not what you expected, and the story didn't unfold as you had hoped...

Perhaps it could be said that she genuinely believed Mo Li was staying here for her own sake!

Just then, a cry of surprise came from outside the door.

"Isn't that Wang Jiajun? What are they doing here?"

"Wow! Isn't that the God of War, Wang Qiankun himself?"

"The man next to him with the fan looks more refined than General Wang."

Hearing this from inside the tent, Mo Li, who was really into it, couldn't help but smile wryly. "Looks like they've already come to pick me up..."

Hua Mulan nodded blankly. "Well, in that case, you may leave..."

Mo Li glanced at Hua Mulan, then reluctantly pulled her into his arms. Hua Mulan was stunned. Only when she felt the warmth in his arms did she realize that Mo Li's embrace was so warm, just like the fox spirit who warmed her in the middle of the night!

But since I recovered, I've never heard from that fox spirit again...

Hua Mulan instinctively hugged Mo Li tightly. She was afraid of losing this warm embrace, and she wanted to tell him, "Don't go."

Suddenly, Mo Li spoke softly, "Mulan, call me Xiao Li one more time..."

Hua Mulan didn't see that Mo Li, with her back to her, had slightly red eyes and tears glistening in them.

Hua Mulan hesitated several times, opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.

Not hearing her call, Mo Li felt a sharp pain in his heart. Disappointed, he released his grip, looked at Hua Mulan, who was a head shorter than him, and suddenly smiled, gently patting her head affectionately:

"Silly girl, take good care of yourself while I'm gone! Prepare plenty of wild game to nourish your body before each period."

"Don't risk your life by charging into battle alone. Sometimes, you can defeat the enemy with your wisdom. After all, if I'm not around, there aren't many people who would take a knife for you and survive."

Hua Mulan trembled. She hadn't misheard; he called her "girl." So he already knew...

By the way, when Mo Li shielded him from the knife, he didn't hesitate at all; he was completely prepared to die. How could someone like him intentionally harm his comrade?

When Hua Mulan came to her senses, Mo Li had already left the tent.

Mo Li stepped out of the tent and immediately saw Wang Qiankun, who was cold and unsmiling, not far away, with Mo Chen smiling beside him.

Mo Li was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. Mo Chen had agreed to let him continue his mission, but only on the condition that he join Wang Qiankun's camp. It seemed that this was also for the purpose of fighting to drive out the barbarians. Helpless, he could only compromise and agree...

However, Wang Qiankun, who was known as the God of War, did not care about Mo Li at all. Just by looking at Mo Li's handsome and delicate face, he had already defined him as a useless person.

All the soldiers brought by Wang Qiankun were full of vigor, exuding fighting spirit and killing intent. They looked at Mo Li one by one, and were all curious about the strategist's younger brother. However, after seeing Mo Li, none of them thought highly of him.

Among the crowd, only Mo Chen, standing beside Wang Qiankun, smiled and nodded at Mo Li.

Mo Li walked towards them step by step, his heart heavy with unbearable sorrow. All his efforts had been in vain; instead, everyone, including herself, was doubting him…

Why did I come here? Why did I leave? I never imagined it was all because of her...

In the end, she didn't even say "goodbye" to herself.

Mo Li looked at Mo Chen and smiled bitterly. How many more times must he endure the pain of separation before he can finally achieve a happy ending? He couldn't bear to accept it, yet he had no choice but to.

Perhaps what he firmly believed in had changed. He turned and looked at Mulan, who was watching him leave, and smiled slightly: "As long as we're both alive, there should still be a chance, right..."

——

Wang Qiankun looked at the map expressionlessly and said, "We'll be back at the military camp in half a day. Let's try to get back before dark."

"yes!"

"Cough cough..."

Mo Li's heavy cough came from behind. Wang Lin, Wang Qiankun's personal bodyguard, couldn't help but ask, "General, are we really not going to take care of the strategist's brother?"

Wang Qiankun glanced at Mo Chen, who looked relaxed, and shook his head. "Mo Chen ignored it, so let's not meddle in his business."

"Well... alright." Wang Lin glanced at Mo Li, whose face was pale, and said nothing more.

Wang Qiankun followed his gaze and glanced at Mo Li. His handsome face made one feel a pang of pity. After thinking for a moment, he instructed, "Go and bring him some water later."

"Yes, General."

Because of the continuous journey, the wound on his chest had reopened, and the white clothes were faintly seeping through. In order not to slow down Wang Qiankun and the others, Mo Li did not speak, but silently followed behind.

This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!