Shen Ning got up very early, simply packed her clothes into a bag, and waited for the devil in white to pick her up on the road.
Little did she know that she waited until dark and didn't see the devil in white appear.
She prepared the meal.
Normally he would show up on time at this time, but not today.
The dishes were cold, but she heated them up and brought them back, and the hot dishes became cold again.
The devil in white still didn't appear.
She sat blankly at the table, watching the candles go out and the room becoming dark. She remained motionless, waiting stubbornly.
It's dawn, and the window paper has turned white with dawn.
She blinked her sour eyes, stood up slowly while holding on to the table, and poured out all the cold food.
Three days passed, and the devil in white seemed to have disappeared and never appeared again.
Ten days.
Twenty days.
Shen Ning waited day by day in the small town, and she suddenly felt that she was stupid, why should she place her hope on others.
Couldn't she save Xiaoru and Ling'er
Wouldn't she be able to live without the devil in white in this world
Look, he has been gone for twenty days, and she is not living a good life. She should eat and sleep.
On the twenty-first day, Shen Ning decided not to wait foolishly.
She hired a carriage and prepared to set off for Beiqi.
"Ning'er."
Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice coming from behind her.
Shen Ning's body trembled, and she suspected that she had heard wrongly.
Impossible, he can't appear here, impossible.
She didn't look back, and walked stiffly towards the carriage step by step, but the voice sounded behind her again.
"Ning'er."
The sound was unusually clear, right next to her ears.
Tears quickly welled up in Shen Ning's eyes. She didn't dare to look back, fearing that she would no longer be able to control herself if she looked back.
But a pair of strong hands grabbed hers, and the palms were hot, with a burning pain that burned right into her heart, causing her internal organs to ache.
Her lips moved, trying to speak, but her throat seemed to be choked.
After a while, she turned around and looked at the handsome man behind her as if nothing had happened.
Xuan was dressed in plain clothes, with a handsome face and a calm face. His eyes were like the deep water of a cold pool, staring closely at her face, with deep affection that could not be concealed.
As soon as she saw these eyes, Shen Ning felt her heart beating extremely fast.
She noticed that his black clothes had plain edges, and she knew it in her heart.
"The Queen Mother... passed away?" Her voice was low.
Mo Chuan nodded slowly.
"When did this happen?"
"Ten days ago." His voice was hoarse.
Shen Ning looked at him steadily, and her words turned into four words: "My condolences, by the way."
Mo Chuan said nothing, his thin lips pursed slightly, and a flash of pain flashed in his eyes.
Obviously the death of Empress Dowager Zhou had a great impact on him, but his back was still straight and his eyebrows were still handsome and bright.
"Ning'er, come back with me." He held her hand tightly.
Hearing these four words, Shen Ning couldn't help but curl her lips slightly. She didn't know whether she was laughing at herself or him.
"Going back to where?" She blinked and asked knowingly.
Mo Chuan stared at her: "Are you still blaming me?"
"No, I didn't blame you," she said quickly.
"Ning'er, in front of me, you don't need to say something insincere." Mo Chuan sighed lowly.
Shen Ning pursed her lips and said nothing.
She knew she couldn't hide it from him.
The person who knows her best in the world is him.