The feather eyelashes slowly set off, forming a beautiful crescent-like shadow under the white eyelids, and people fell asleep unknowingly.
That night, Shui Lingyu had a dream, not Cheng Mo who made her sad, but her father, Shui Moying.
I appeared so clearly in my dream, smiling at her, and saying something to her, but I couldn’t hear it clearly.
When she woke up, there were tears on her face. The next day, Shui Lingyu went to the hospital with Yumao early. Just as she was about to push the door open, she heard Bian Xin’s excitement coming out, which made her hands shrink. “I really don’t know how much you are going to sacrifice to this point. She also wants to help Xiaoyu escape Tang Hehan’s control. Don’t say that you are not healthy now, even if you were helpless.”
“Bian Xin” Cheng Mo’s voice could not hide his weakness, and was full of helplessness.
“I try my best to keep An Luoxin’s perfect image in Xiaoyu’s heart, and you can’t tell Xiaoyu the truth you want to hide. But now, now, think about yourself, can you stop thinking about such a mess anymore. Xiaoyu has grown up, and she knows how to deal with things.” Bian Xin was about to beg Cheng Mo.
And her words seemed to have played a role, and Shui Lingyu did not hear Cheng Mo’s voice.
“Do you want to go in?” The questioning made Shui Lingyu feel nervous.
She turned her face and was holding a potion bottle in her hand. She was here to help Cheng Mo change the water.
Shui Lingyu blocked the door and couldn’t get in, so she asked.
But this big and small sound came to the ears of the people inside, making their faces change.
The door opened suddenly, looking at Shui Lingyu outside the door, his face was not very good: “What are you doing when you stand here?”