"Bon Voyage."
Karen looked at Mo Lan's indifferent expression and leaned closer with a resentful look, "Sister Lan, we've known each other for a while now, why aren't you sad at all?"
As she spoke, her blue eyes blinked repeatedly, leaving Mo Lan speechless.
"There's an old saying in the Central Plains: all good things must come to an end. You'll get used to it." Mo Lan glanced at him. "You've been saved with great difficulty, so remember to cherish it. You might not be so lucky next time."
"Haha... Sister Lan really does care about me. Don't worry, Qiyan Karen will always owe you a life, come and get it anytime."
Karen said, placing her right hand on her chest and bowing respectfully, "Uncle is not here, and Feng Yu Anda is too busy to be seen. Sister Lan, please convey my message that we will meet again."
He has been busy contacting his own people lately and hasn't paid much attention to the counterfeit products, so he doesn't know what they're up to.
"knew."
After watching Karen leave from the back mountain, Mo Lan turned back. As soon as she stepped into the courtyard, she saw Hua Bao carrying a basin of water out.
Mo Lan glanced at the location of the guest room and paused, almost forgetting that there was still an injured person here.
Since rescuing the girl, she has left her to be cared for by Hua Bao and Uncle Lin. I heard she woke up a while ago and her injuries are recovering well.
Mo Lan entered the guest room and saw the girl lying flat on the bed with her eyes slightly closed. She wondered if she was asleep.
However, the wound on his face had scabbed over, and the deep red scar affected his entire cheek.
"Are you the benefactor who saved me?"
When Mo Lan stood at the door, she sensed it; her innate wariness made her vigilant.
Han Shuang opened her eyes, and when she met Mo Lan's cold gaze, she paused for a moment before asking to confirm.
"Yes, it's me."
"My name is Han Shuang. I am deeply grateful to my benefactor for saving my life. I will wait for the day..."
For some unknown reason, she stopped halfway through her sentence, but Mo Lan could clearly sense the suppressed anger in her heart, and the veins on her tightly clenched fists were now bulging.
"No rush, just take good care of yourself." Without her saying a word, Mo Lan knew what she was going to say next.
She wasn't interested in other people's feuds.
I don't want to ask any questions; I'll just let myself recover and leave on my own.
"My benefactor, won't you ask me why?"
Han Shuang suppressed her emotions, but her body was still radiating cold air. She looked at Mo Lan in surprise, wondering if she really didn't care at all what Mo Lan had gone through after being rescued.
Unfortunately, he was lying in bed, so he lacked any presence when he spoke.
"Not interested."
Mo Lan glanced at her and shook her head.
She's not a gossip, and she won't seek revenge for her, so why would she need to know so much?
I'm still too busy with my own things.
Frost: "..."
That's a very direct answer.
It's often said that cold-hearted people are heartless, but that doesn't seem to be entirely true.
"No matter what, Frost owes my benefactor a life."
"That line again," Mo Lan frowned. "Karen is like that, and so is this one."
What does she need so many lives for?
This is really troublesome.
"Keep your life for yourself, I don't care," Mo Lan said, turning and leaving.
It's more important to focus on my own affairs.
Han Shuang's ribs hadn't healed, so she couldn't get up for the time being and could only watch Mo Lan leave. It seemed that if she wanted to understand her benefactor's character, she'd have to ask that little girl, Hua Bao.
Before she knew it, the Autumn Equinox arrived. Mo Lan took some time to visit the back mountain of White Tiger Cliff and discussed the planting of winter wheat with the Fourth Chieftain.
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