Could it be that after today, he will return himself to his mother and stop being Mrs.
Jing?
Could it be Luo Xi glanced at him, not daring or willing to continue thinking about it.
With him by his side, he could not think about anything or do anything.
Just simply follow your heart, follow him, do what he does, and obey his arrangements in everything.
Luo Xi looked at him for a long time and only asked, "Then where should we go next?"
"There's only one thing you have to do, and that's to follow me."
Jing Mohao led her forward without revealing too much.
His words echoed in Luo Xi's mind and she followed him steadily. follow him She really wished she could only do one thing forever, and that was to follow him Even if it's a cliff, even if it's the end of the world, she's willing At least there, there was him, her children, her most solid support, and her most desperate hope.
The two walked to the door, and the luxury sports car parked here when they arrived disappeared without knowing why.
Instead, there was a tall horse with a snow-white mane, and its fur was so clean that it was so transparent that people couldn't bear to contaminate its holiness.
Pulling behind him was a white carriage decorated with white tulips.
It was set up on two tall and strong wheels, showing the admirable Baroque nobility.
Luo Xi glanced from the front of the carriage to the rear, and then from the rear to the front, as if he couldn't believe it.
Jing Mohao took her hand, took her one step forward, lowered his head and said, "Mrs.
Jing, please get in the car."
Luo Xi raised her head, "Me?"
Jing Mohao nodded with a smile, put his arms around her waist, and helped her onto the carriage.
He followed and sat in with her.
Without any instructions or encouragement, as soon as the two got into the carriage, the white horse started to move forward of its own accord.
It was as if they were specially sent by heaven to take them to a special paradise on earth.
There was no need to plan a route for it, and no special external force was needed to drive it.
Everything was just a matter of course.
Think of it as having clean white hair, and not allowing anyone to do anything rude to it.
Luo Xi felt the envious looks and cries of admiration from those watching all the way, snuggled into the man's arms, and enjoyed the exclusive privilege of this moment.
Jing Mohao held Luo Xi with one hand and turned a blind eye to the adoring eyes on both sides.
In his eyes, Luo Xi was the only one.
The white horse pulled the two people around the city, like immortals sent by heaven to travel around, traveling freely and unimpeded throughout the city.
Passing by the old site of Mo Yao Tianxia's headquarters, passing by the entrance of every Haoyan Hotel, and passing by every restaurant where the two of them shared a feast, there was nothing but memories.
Luo Xi raised his head slightly, looked at the person above him, and asked, "Jing Mohao, am I dreaming?"
Is she dreaming during these times, at this moment?
These memories are so compact and dense, yet so short and wonderful.
It's so close, but it feels like it's a lifetime ago.
The man's eyes were fixed on her, and all the emotions in his eyes were covered by the expression at this moment.
He said regardless of sadness or joy, "If you think so, then so be it."
Luo Xi stared at him deeply, and there was a moment of understanding in her heart, but she was rejected by herself.
She put her hands around the man's waist, pressed the side of her face to his chest, and said muffledly, "It's not a dream, because I can feel you
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