Mingluo stood firm, his eyes sparkling, and he pulled Fatty and ran out, leaving only the words "I'll go find him!"
Fat Peach has a very strong sense of perception. As long as it is there, she believes that she will not be able to find a patient who has just woken up.
Lingkongjing was worried about Mingluo, so he flew out after her. He hid in the night, remained silent, and continued to help her search for Ye Zhihan's location.
Mingluo ran hurriedly and asked anxiously: "Fat Peach, are you sure this is the direction?"
They had been running in this direction for half an hour, but still hadn't seen Ye Zhihan.
"Yes, I can feel his aura. He is a demon, and his aura is different from everyone else's." Fat Peach said confidently.
Ming Luo's legs hurt from running, so he used his levitation skills to fly low, for fear of missing Ye Zhihan.
Unexpectedly, she found two suspicious people in the night. They were obviously full of energy, but there was no breath at all.
Ming Luo was in a hurry to find Ye Zhihan and didn't pay attention to these two people.
The night is dark and the moon is bright.
Before he knew it, Mingluo came to an unfamiliar environment.
The gurgling water is as beautiful as music, and the familiar figures by the river are even more fascinating.
Under the moonlight, a slender black figure stood by the river, his figure as straight as a pine tree, his black hair fluttering.
Perhaps because he was running around too much, the man's clothes were disheveled, and his black smock was hanging loosely on his body, revealing his strong muscles.
The fragmented moonlight fell on the broad shoulders through the inky black hair, and the ice-blue eyes revealed a deep chill.
But the moment he turned around and saw Mingluo, the coldness in his eyes disappeared, and his eyes were filled with tenderness that seemed to overwhelm people.
"Ye Zhihan!" Mingluo ran over with all her strength and threw herself into his arms. Feeling the familiar body temperature and strong heartbeat, Mingluo couldn't help but whimper softly.
She gently pushed Ye Zhihan away, her nose red, her eyes full of mist, and she roared angrily: "Why did you run around! Why didn't you wait for me to come back! Do you know how worried I was? Wuuwuwu..."
As he spoke, Mingluo's tears fell like beads from a broken string.
Ye Zhihan smiled lightly, gently stretched out his hands, made a hug gesture, and his calm voice was as soothing as a clear spring: "I'm coming to find you."
Ming Luo raised her eyes, but finally couldn't help herself, so she rushed over and buried her head in his broad chest.
"I'm glad you're okay..." The little guy in her arms choked with sobs. Her warm and moist breath on his skin made people feel pity.
Ye Zhihan hugged Mingluo, bent down slightly and put his head on her shoulder, holding her tightly as if he wanted to rub her into his bones.
"I miss you so much." Ye Zhihan's voice was hoarse, full of tenderness and affection.
"Me too." Ming Luo murmured.
On the other side, Fat Peach looked at the scene of the two people reuniting with satisfaction, and flew leisurely into the air to meet Lingkongjing.
"Your perception is really amazing." Lingkongjing said pretending to be nonchalant.
"You know that I have a strong perception, so why do you still want to pretend? Your love for Ming Luo is almost overflowing. Not to mention that I can sense it, even the little maids in your yard know that you like Ming Luo." Fat Peach directly exposed Lingkongjing.
"What's the point of liking her? I came too late and she already has someone in her heart." Lingkongjing stared at the two people hugging each other tightly under the moonlight, feeling extremely sad.
"Then what are you going to do?" Fat Peach asked sharply. It had finally waited for Mingluo and Ye Zhihan to be together, and was really afraid that this kid would interfere.
"Me? I don't know." Lingkongjing's expression was gloomy, and he turned and left silently.
Although this is the dragon clan he is familiar with, a scene that he cannot touch is being played out here.
Fat Peach was worried that Lingkongjing, the silly boy, would be depressed, so she followed him and left. At least she could comfort him.
On the ground, Ye Zhihan held Mingluo in his arms, staring at the disappearing white dot in the sky from afar, his emotions unclear, as if he was lost in thought.
Mingluo was worried that Ye Zhihan had just woken up and his body could not withstand the invasion of the cool night air, so she went back to the guest room with him.
In the room.
Ming Luo leaned against the window. Somehow, the air outside smelled particularly turbid. Even the wind made people feel uncomfortable. She closed the window, walked to Ye Zhihan, and took his hand.
Under the influence of strong love, Mingluo didn't even know what to say to him. She was just filled with joy and stared at Ye Zhihan with burning eyes.
"Mingluo." Ye Zhihan called softly, holding her hand tightly, and said inexplicably: "You look good in any color skirt."
"Can you hear me?" Ming Luo was stunned. She once asked Ye Zhihan if he looked good in a skirt when he was unconscious. She didn't expect that all her words fell into Ye Zhihan's ears.
"Not entirely, sometimes it happens and sometimes not. I always want to wake up quickly, but I can't." Ye Zhihan spoke softly, as if he was describing someone else's affairs.
"I seemed to have had a very long dream. In the dream, I was lying on the ground and unable to move. The bone-chilling cold invaded me. I seemed to see you in the gray fog. You were crying in the rain. I wanted to comfort you..." Ye Zhihan lowered his eyes and recalled carefully. This dream was too real. He still remembered it vividly even after he woke up.
The image of Ye Zhihan's corpse covered in blood suddenly appeared in Ming Luo's eyes. The bloody face overlapped with the man in front of her. The cold air came again, and she trembled, as if she finally understood that the man she saw in the nightmare was actually himself.
Mingluo hurriedly checked Ye Zhihan's body. She had been in a nightmare and almost lost herself and was poisoned by the cold. How could Ye Zhihan be unharmed after sleeping in the nightmare for so long?
"Huh? There is no cold poison in your body." Ming Luo asked in surprise.
"Cold poison?" Ye Zhihan's eyes turned slightly, his face calm, like an iceberg that was as still as a rock.
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