"I don't care about deceiving myself, I just care...whether I can keep you." After Di Jun finished speaking leisurely, a new mahogany card suddenly appeared in his hand.
Su Mu knew that it was impossible to snatch this thing from him with her own ability, she just looked at him mockingly, "No matter what you do, it can't change the thing I don't like about you."
"Then let me live my whole life in self-deception."
Di Jun is noble and elegant, with black hair hanging down his waist, and a delicate face, with a gentle and refined face. There is a three-point smile on his lips, which makes people want to get close, but dare not desecrate this respect. Holy aura.
But he stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, actively destroying the sanctity that he did not dare to desecrate.
He bent over, put his thin lips against her ear, and asked softly: "Mumu, who is the person you like now?"
"The person I like is..." Her dull and stiff voice came softly, "You."
With joy in his eyes, he hugged her even tighter.
At this moment, the knuckles of her grasping her skirt gradually turned white, and she squeezed out two whispered words from between her teeth, "Wen Qing..."
He stroked the hand on her back for a moment, and there was a touch of sullenness when he lowered his eyes. Of course, he would not blame her for the fault, he would only blame himself or others.
Di Jun looked at the coffin and slightly raised one hand.
"Don't!" Su Mu hugged his hand tightly, showing the look of praying for the first time, "He is the hero of the country, don't hurt him again."
Even though she has "liked" him again, her appreciation for Wen Qing, a general of the Da'an Kingdom, is still there.
Di Jun looked at the coffin again, and saw that she was crying unconsciously again. He withdrew his hand in a good temper, kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes gently, and said in a low voice: "Mu Mu said he didn't like this, then I'm not going to do anything, let's get out of here."
This time it feels different.
"Like" him again, the voice of resistance in her heart was so weak that it was almost nothing compared to the last time.
Someone once told her that no matter what the person she likes does, she should support it unconditionally, even if he kills someone in the front, then she has to dig a hole in the back and prepare to bury him, just like now, she is clearly very upset Knowing that Wen Qing's death was related to him, she was strangely unable to express any other emotions.
Because she "likes" him, "likes" him more than before....
Su Mu was hugged by a man and appeared in a room. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw that the surrounding walls were covered with peach blossom sticks that she was no longer familiar with. is her name.
It seemed that a thick black cloud was covering her eyes and her heart, and she felt it was difficult to breathe.
He hugged her and sat down on the stool, he smiled and asked: "Who does Mu Mu like?"
"Yes... you." A simple answer, but she answered very slowly.
He kissed the corner of her lips lightly, his voice hoarse, "I like you too."
"Wen Qing..."
He held her hand tightly, and lifted her chin with one hand, she was in a momentary state of absence.
Whenever he mentions the word "like", she always adds the name "Wen Qing", which seems to have become a fixed way of answering in her subconscious.
Even when she said Wen Qing's name, it was possible that she didn't even know what the two words represented.
"Mumu, tell me, who is the person you like?"
"It's you..." She looked at him, and suddenly smiled contentedly, "Wen Qing."