You can sense that Rong Chang has no one to give up on her life.
The system was afraid that if she got upset, the mission would fall apart.
It couldn't resist offering a suggestion: "Goddess, why don't you try a self-inflicted injury ruse? I reckon this Sect Leader Yin is someone who responds better to gentle persuasion than force."
Rong Shang: What do you want me to do? Throw myself into your arms? Can this blockhead even understand that?
System: [Why don't you give it a try? A host who can't act isn't a good actor.]
Rong Chang: I... MMP!
*
After not hearing a response from the woman for a long time, Yin Mo frowned.
The gentle moonlight shone down on the courtyard, and the red candles inside the house flickered with a faint light.
But the room was really quiet, so quiet it felt like another world, as if he had always been the only person there.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Yin Mo slightly curled his fingertips, parted his thin lips, and called out again, "Miss Jiang?"
"..."
Still, no one responded.
Yin Mo pursed his lips indifferently. He turned his head and vaguely saw the motionless figure lying on the bed through the screen.
Could it be that all those commotions were just his imagination?
While I thought this way, my body was much more honest than my mind.
He walked around the screen and strolled to the bedside.
A shadow fell on the bedding. Yin Mo had just stood in front of the bed when, in the next second, the woman had already lifted her eyes.
Caught off guard, Yin Mo's expression froze for a moment when he met her pair of bright, watery peach blossom eyes.
this……
"you……"
Seeing that her gaze was fixed on him, Yin Mo immediately felt a little awkward.
He turned his face away, clenched his fist, brought it to his mouth, and coughed lightly, trying to hide his embarrassment.
But at this moment, Rong Shang just stared at him blankly without saying a word.
Or perhaps she wasn't looking at him at all, but rather recalling something through him.
"Young Master Yin, has my brother left Minghua Cave?"
After a moment, the woman's soft voice finally came. Yin Mo turned his head to look at her, and then gave a cold "hmm".
"Don't worry, once you've recovered, I'll send someone to take you back."
Rong Chang: ...
"What does it matter whether we can go back or not?"
As if mocking herself, Rong Shang forced a smile, but it looked somewhat strained.
Upon hearing this, Yin Mo's eyes flickered slightly.
Just then, a noise came from the bed. Yin Mo subconsciously turned his head to look again and saw Rong Shang sit up on the bed and rest her head on the bed rail.
"Muyu lost his mother at birth. Over the years, his father has traveled all over the country to find famous doctors for Muyu's illness."
"But Mu Yu knew that this illness was incurable."
She sighed softly, her tone a mixture of sadness and resignation.
Yin Mo frowned as he listened.
"I can help you cure it."
"Is Young Master Yin so sure?"
As she said this, Rong Shang raised her eyes and looked him in the eye.
When their eyes met, one pair glistened with tears, a hint of coquettishness mixed with stubbornness; the other pair was deep and dark, a mixture of affection and indifference.
During those few seconds of eye contact, Yin Mo suddenly pursed his thin lips.
Her eyes... seemed so familiar.
Is it just his imagination again?
Yin Mo lowered his eyes indifferently, and his clear, cold voice slowly came, "Yes, I will definitely heal you."
He has never failed to save anyone he wanted to save.
But this will...
"I'm scared."
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