After struggling for a while, Mo Ling stopped making any further moves. She hadn't expected that this woman would not only be unafraid of her, but could also flatten her.
Her cool, aloof face slightly lifted her head. The wind was strong today, and there was no moon as usual.
Mo Ling's slender figure was tied to a tree, looking rather pitiful.
It sounded like a sigh, yet also like regret.
"I miss you so much…"
The night wind, like ink, blows away the longing for someone, scattering it in every corner.
…
The Marshal's Mansion in the City
Fine beads of sweat covered Manluo's delicate and noble face, and her dark eyes suddenly opened.
"Mo Ling..."
Manluo suddenly stood up, shouting loudly, before abruptly calming down.
It was just a dream...
A few beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and Manluo felt a slight dryness in her throat. She lifted the blanket and put on her shoes.
He went to the table in the room, picked up the teapot, and found that there wasn't a single drop of water left.
Manluo pursed her lips, went back to the bedside, picked up her coat, and went out the door.
The servants are almost all on rest now.
She went into the lobby and poured herself a glass of water.
Just then, there was some noise outside, and the sound of the door opening startled Manluo, who was drinking water.
Qiao Changqing bandaged his wound and received an IV drip. Remembering that he still had official business to finish, he left the hospital in the middle of the night.
He was slightly taken aback when he saw the pretty girl standing in the living room.
Manluo put down her cup and said indifferently, "Good evening, brother."
Qiao Changqing listened to her lukewarm greeting, awkwardly twisted the buttons on his shirt, and nodded casually.
Manluo didn't have anything to say; after drinking the water, she went back to rest.
"Mandala"
The man called softly to her from behind. Manluo stopped, then turned to look at the man who hesitated, as if he wanted to speak: "What's wrong?"
Qiao Changqing paused for a moment, looked at his sister with a complicated expression, and pursed his lips: "Are you still blaming me?"
Manluo lifted her eyes, her delicate eyelashes trembling slightly, a pang of pain shooting through her heart.
"No"
She was being stubborn; she blamed Qiao Changqing terribly. Her heart had long since been filled with resentment towards him, and she was already covered in wounds.
A flicker of distress crossed Qiao Changqing's eyes. He strode over and grabbed Manluo's hand: "You haven't forgiven me!"
The man wasn't very strong, and Manluo didn't struggle. She looked up at him calmly and said, "Brother, I told you, I forgive you."
The woman's duplicity annoyed Qiao Changqing, but there was nothing he could do about it.
His eyes softened, and he almost lowered his head: "...I'm sorry."
Manluo's eyes flickered; the man's apology had no effect, and she was still gone.
So why bother?
"Well, it's getting late. Brother, you should get some rest and avoid staying up too late."
After saying that, Manlu shook off Qiao Changqing's hand and left calmly.
Qiao Changqing stared at the woman's slender back, his eyes filled with an unreadable expression...
...
The next day, Dou Shiliu was woken up by Mu Shaoyi's loud noise.
He threw a pillow at her, hitting her.
"Shut the hell up!"
Then he turned over and went back to sleep.
Mu Shaoyi looked at Dou Shiliu with some surprise as she fell asleep. You Ran hadn't even looked at her before hitting her.
That's amazing...
Bai Tuan: "..."
Girl, why is your focus so strange? Isn't it because she just hit you with that pillow?
After Mu Shaoyi finished tidying up, she told Dou Shiliu something, but she didn't know if Dou Shiliu heard her or not, because Dou Shiliu didn't respond.
She assumed she had heard it and went out with her cloth bag on her back.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw the driver from yesterday.
It turned out that Manluo was worried that she would be late, so she sent the driver.
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