Chapter 971 Encouragement

Mo Jianye had no choice but to help her to his room and pour her a cup of warm water.

"Why did you drink so much so late at night?" He sighed. Only when she was not sober could he look at her without restraint, without worrying about his deep love being exposed in his eyes.

Jian Qiyue shook her head. "Those two kids can't drink as much as I can."

Mo Jianye laughed, "Yeah, you've always had a good alcohol tolerance, but you should drink less. After all, your health is important, understand?"

Jian Qiyue was stunned for a moment, raised her head and looked at him in a daze, "Who are you to me? What qualifications do you have to say that to me?"

Mo Jianye froze and looked away, gazing at the deep night outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

He was speechless.

Jian Qiyue was still nagging: "You are like this yourself, you have given up on yourself, what qualifications do you have to tell others? Mo Jianye, I remember that you were a very responsible person in the past, how come you have become so timid now? I have said lightly that she has the ability to cure you, so you can't..."

As she was talking, she vomited and held the trash can to vomit, but nothing came out.

Mo Jianye hurriedly took a wet towel to wipe her face.

Time seemed to have left no traces on her face; more than a decade later, this face still moved him as much as in his memory.

It's a pity that I can never hold her in my arms again.

"Mo Jianye, please promise me that you will give me good treatment, okay?" Jian Qiyue suddenly raised her head and looked at him quietly. Her gaze was unfocused and tears lingered in her eyes, which was indescribably touching.

Mo Jianye's mouth seemed to be stuck with glue and couldn't be opened.

He gazed deeply into her face, his heartbeat quickening gradually. His once silent heart suddenly began to beat hotly once again.

He loves her.

This love has continued from more than ten years ago to the present day and has never been interrupted.

"Why don't you say anything? What are you thinking about?" Jian Qiyue was getting a little anxious, afraid that he would remain silent, and even more afraid that he would say something discouraging.

Mo Jianye shook his head and said, "Let's leave everything to fate, Qiyue."

"No!" Jian Qiyue suddenly raised her voice, "You must do as I say."

This expression and tone of voice are particularly familiar.

Mo Jianye's eyes were dazed for a moment, and through her misty pupils, he seemed to see the strong and stubborn girl.

"Okay." He unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, a warm smile spreading across his lips.

Jian Qiyue was finally satisfied. She put her arms around his neck and said with a smile, "That's good."

She exudes the soothing fragrance of osmanthus, and when you smell it, you get an indescribable feeling.

Mo Jianye's body became stiff and his face was tense, as if he was extremely uncomfortable with such close contact with her.

After so many years, he no longer has the courage to change the status quo of their relationship.

He was silent for a long time, and finally used a little force to try to peel her hand away.

If this continues...he won't be willing to die.

No, he was reluctant to die, but his body was already at the end of its life, so what could he do even though he was reluctant?

"Jian Ye, don't move." Jian Qiyue suddenly said softly, "Let me hug you. I haven't had such a dream for more than ten years. It's not easy for you to come into my dream once..."

As she spoke, she actually started crying.

Mo Jianye was stunned for a moment.

She thought she was dreaming, but the way she looked at this moment clearly showed that she still loved him.

How is it possible? Hasn't she always been unwilling to acknowledge him and have anything to do with him?