"I don't understand."
After listening to Mu Tong's words, Mu Yan smiled sarcastically, opened his eyes, and looked directly into her eyes.
“Are you really not understanding, or are you pretending not to understand?”
The cold light in Mu Yan's eyes made Mu Tong shudder.
My sister has always looked at others with this kind of eyes, but this is the first time for me Biting her lower lip tightly, tears flashed in Mu Tong's eyes, and she shook her head slowly, "Sister, if you forget some things, you will forget them, and they will be meaningless if you think about them again.
It's not that Tong'er doesn't want to tell you. , but I’m afraid that you will feel uncomfortable if you know the truth.”
He stood up from the chair and looked down at Mu Yan in front of him.
The smile on Mu Tong's face was full of bitterness and helplessness.
"It doesn't matter whether it's state affairs or family affairs.
But in my eyes, they are not as important as you, sister.
You are my only relative, so even if I die, I will never let you be hurt again."
Looking stiffly at Mu Tong who turned to leave, Mu Yan suddenly felt an indescribable depression in his heart.
From the time she came here to now, Mu Tong has cried several times.
Each time, she shed tears for herself, but this time, she seemed so determined and hopeless.
If you forget it, forget it.
Doesn’t it mean nothing if you think about it again?
Are you Mu Tong's only relative now?
Repeatedly thinking about Mu Tong's words, Mu Yan's eyes were filled with deep, irresolvable sadness.
Is there something she has forgotten, or is there something Mu Yan can't remember from before?
What are her only relatives, her parents, who are far away in the desert?
A bright light flashed across his mind instantly, making Mu Yan open his eyes in surprise.
Could it be that all of this is because Standing up suddenly and looking at the empty room, Mu Yan suddenly felt like she was in an endless trap, getting deeper and deeper, and the only person she always hurt seemed to be Mu Tong.
That’s all.
Mu Yan lay back on the bed in confusion.
It wasn't until the sky outside turned dark that Mu Yan got up and walked out the door.
He nimbly dodged the patrolling guards and left the Xia Mansion, walking endlessly in the city.
After seeing a wonton shop, Mu Yan slowly stopped in his tracks.
Mu Yan was eating wontons carelessly.
It wasn't until someone sat down next to him that Mu Yan raised his head and had other reactions.
"Third brother, why are you here?"
After shaking his head helplessly and reaching out to order a bowl of wontons for himself, Murong Zixuan held his chin in one hand and stared at Mu Yan, "I've been watching you for a long time.
If it were normal times, you would have noticed it.
What’s going on today?”
Looking around, I didn't see Mu Tong.
"Xiaotongtong was sent on a mission by you."
Seeing Murong Zixuan's smiling face, Mu Yan put away his gloomy mood and joked, "Why, I miss my Mu Tong when I can't see her."
"Fourth brother, where did you start talking about this?"
Laughing and looking at Murong Zixuan's red cheeks, Mu Yan reached out and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, if you really fall in love with my girl, fourth brother, I will be your matchmaker, what do you think?"
"Stop joking with me."
Murong Zixuan sighed helplessly and straightened his body, "If you are still out at this late hour, wouldn't there be chaos in the palace?"
"One more person in Prince Xia's palace is not more than me, and one less person is not more than me."
Mu Yan shrugged his shoulders and was very disdainful of Murong Zixuan's question.
Did he still think what would happen if Xia Yifeng lost him?
Mu Yan couldn't help but frown as she felt an unexplained stabbing pain in her heart.
What's wrong with her He lowered his head and ate the wontons in silence, but ignored the worried look on Murong Zixuan's side.
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Looking at Mu Yan who was acting uncharacteristically, Murong Zixuan's usually optimistic face also showed other emotions.
Did Fourth Sister have a good time in Xia Mansion?
Can Prince Xia's Mansion be okay without her?
"Hey, you little beggar, you asked for a lot of money.
Come on, it just so happens that I don't have any money.
Lend me some."
The obscene voice behind them woke them both up from their reverie.
They both turned around and looked in the direction of the voice.
They saw a few men dressed as gangsters, with weapons in their hands and contemptuous smiles on their faces, surrounding them.
He was holding a boy who was only twelve or thirteen years old, and was about to attack the money bag in his hand.
"Please, please, don't take my money."
He knelt on the ground with a thud.
The boy trembled and held the money bag to his chest.
"This is money to buy medicine for my sister's illness."
"Oh, you're still kneeling down, haha."
The leader looked at the kneeling boy, laughed and looked back at the other accomplices.
Suddenly, waves of obscene laughter came into his ears.
"Okay, I don't want the money anymore.
Come on, lick your shoes for me.
I'll let you go today.
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