He writes very quickly, but when you look closer, you can see that his strokes are powerful and powerful. His handwriting is not as strict as ordinary people, but rather free and uninhibited from the world, and has a carefree attitude that ignores the world.
The pen is like the person, and the words are born from the heart. This is the real Emperor Yun.
Bai Ye concentrated her attention on reading from the beginning. When she saw the first few columns, her expression gradually became dazed, and she suddenly looked at his flawless profile with complicated expressions.
The Origin of Mental Power.
Di Yun wrote out the correct order of the first page of the book word for word, word for word.
Then the second page, the third page, the fourth page…
After reading it only once, he revealed the mystery in the book, even memorized it word by word, and sorted out the correct word order on each page.
Neither of them spoke, Di Yun was writing quietly, and Bai Ye was staring in a daze.
It wasn't until it was already dark that Di Yun said softly: "You go to eat first." He did not raise his eyes, his back was straight, and he was still writing intently.
"You disappeared for a few days. You must have left Zhulu for something. I guess you must have come to my place when you came back."
Bai Ye didn't answer the question, but his complex eyes became clear.
Di Yun stopped and looked up at her.
"Actually, you don't need to do this. I can do it by myself. You... also need to rest." Bai Ye continued to look back without flinching.
"Ha." Di Yun smiled, shook his head, and continued writing. "Your body is important. I don't want you to worry about these trivial matters. Go and eat."
Bai Ye knew that Di Yun wanted to organize all the contents of the unnamed book for her, so that it would be more convenient for her to read.
Unable to hide the warmth in her heart, Bai Ye didn't realize at all how touching and tender her eyes were when she looked at Di Yun.
Di Yun is so worried about her health, he will definitely treat their children very well in the future!
The right time, right place, right people, and all three elements are present.
Most women are emotional. Ever since Bai Ye no longer suppressed the feelings in her heart, every bit of Di Yun's effort was destroying the few remaining lines of defense in her heart.
"This child is yours." Bai Ye said it out of nowhere, she finally said it! !
"Um."
But... Di Yun reacted very calmly, without even raising his head, and said warmly: "I have thought about it a lot these days. What's yours is mine, this child, and I will try my best to treat it as my own."
The corners of Bai Ye's lips stiffened, and the original warm atmosphere disappeared without a trace in an instant. He didn't believe it! No wonder he is so calm...
Also, if she were Di Yun, she would definitely think that this woman's brain was broken.
"It's true. It happened on the day you were injured."
Bai Ye sighed, feeling helpless. After struggling for so long, she finally made up her mind to tell him the truth, but the result really made her dumbfounded.
But speaking selfishly, she was quite satisfied with Di Yun's answer, cough.
"I asked Awan about that time. There were only three of us present that day. She didn't dare to move around when you were treating my wounds, and she never left during that time."
Di Yun's eyes flickered, his arm holding the pen suddenly stopped, and a drop of ink splashed onto the paper.
"Di Yun, please listen to me carefully. I promise that my attitude is absolutely sincere and what I say is absolutely true."
Bai Ye pondered for a moment and was about to give him a thorough explanation.
Di Yun gently put down his pen, took Bai Ye's wrist, picked up her school uniform and cloak along the way, and brought her behind the screen.
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