fly far away.
Mo Shangyun paced back to the base, but in the direction of the dormitory building, he turned a corner suddenly, bypassing the straight road to the dormitory building.
She doesn't want to go back yet.
I don't know why, as soon as I left Yan Tianxing, I was a little upset.
I thought this was the end of the story, but Yan Tianxing's original question kept echoing in his mind.
—If you were asked to confess to your father now, would you agree
- It's a matter of time, you're not one to put off a 'must' indefinitely.
—Mo Shangyun, can you try to talk about an irrational love
One sentence, one sentence.
again, again.
It seems that the single is looping, and in her mind, Yan Tian's expression at that time is replayed indefinitely.
He was calm, as if prepared for the worst, so any answer was to be expected.
However, it was precisely because he was well prepared and performed perfectly... that Mo Shangyun couldn't let go.
The feelings she thought were equal, but in fact, Yan Tianxing had always been tolerant of her.
This sudden awareness made Mo Shangyun a little irritable for no reason.
She wants to be quiet.
The student base is not large, there is only one road leading to the dormitory building, but there are hillsides nearby, and you can go up the mountain by walking. Mo Shangyun knows the terrain here like the back of the hand. No matter where she goes, she can find the way back to the dormitory, so She walked a little aimlessly this time.
"Mo Shangyun!"
A sudden and desolate voice resounded in the darkness, making Mo Shangyun suddenly feel as if a ghost was killing him in the middle of the night.
Fortunately, she could still tell who the voice belonged to, otherwise—the stones picked up on the road would probably have been smashed in the direction of the source of the sound.
With a few stars in the sky, Mo Shangyun looked in the direction from which the voice came, and after careful identification, he noticed the figure curled up under a pile of bushes.
Hearing that the voice was Liang Zhiqiong, but the light was too dim, whether it was Liang Zhiqiong or a "female ghost pretending to be Liang Zhiqiong", then maybe.
To confirm, Mo Shangyun strode over there.
As it got closer, Mo Shangyun could see clearly.
Liang Zhiqiong sat on the ground with her hands on her knees, raised her eyes and stared at Mo Shangyun with bright black eyes, a little suspicious, but she didn't speak any more.
Squatting down in front of her, Mo Shangjun asked with great interest, "Sit here and plan to become immortal?"
Liang Zhiqiong asked angrily, "Can't you say something nice?"
Hearing that something was wrong with her voice, Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, and then asked, "Have you cried?"
Staring at her angrily, Liang Zhiqiong said angrily, "Can you shut up?"
"I'm leaving."
Mo Shangyun was about to get up.
"do not… "
In a hurry, Liang Zhiqiong grabbed Mo Shangyun's sleeve.
Mo Shangyun then squatted back again, she looked at Liang Zhiqiong carefully, and found that Liang Zhiqiong's eyes were indeed a little red, her head was slightly lowered, and her mood seemed to be quite depressed.
I don't know what happened after Peng Yuqiu passed...
"Sit with me for a while." Liang Zhiqiong asked in a low voice.
"here?"
Mo Shangyun looked around.
When I came over, I didn't feel anything, but when I looked closely, I really felt that it was gloomy here, the cool wind was blowing, with the shadows of the whirling trees and the surrounding cold environment...
Oh, she remembered that there was a tomb hill nearby.
But seeing the pitiful Liang Zhiqiong, she thought about it and decided to hide the news temporarily.
Liang Zhiqiong asked inexplicably, "Otherwise?"
- Isn't it the same wherever you go
Mo Shangyun paused, glanced at Liang Zhiqiong with a depressed face, sighed in his heart, and said nothing. After nodding at Liang Zhiqiong, he found a seat next to him and sat down.
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[1]
The 4D big fat chapter is sent.
[2]
I still want to write, don't stop me. (Why don't you save the manuscript... )
[3]
Another big red envelope of 500RMB, 666 envelopes, you will die if you can't finish it.
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