After dinner, the sky was a little dark, lights were turned on in the yard, Jiang Muyun yawned several times, and then Xiaolian returned home.

If it weren't for knowing what Xiaolian said and how it would affect her future, Jiang Muyun would have gone to bed long ago and would still be lying on the bed with disheveled makeup and pale makeup, waiting for news about her.

"Miss!"

I took a closer look at Xiaolian. Under the dim candlelight, her eyes were as red and swollen as walnuts. She was crying quite fiercely. When she saw Jiang Muyun, her expression was like that of her dead father.

"Ahem, how is it...how is Xue Lang doing?"

Xiaolian suppressed the grief in her heart, and tears seemed to flash in her eyes, "Miss, Mr. Xue is fine, but..."

"But what, why don't you tell me quickly!"

"Miss, I deserve to die. I saw Mr. Xue in great distress. I was afraid that he would not be able to withstand the blow, and I didn't want them to slander the lady. So, in a hurry, I told Mr. Xue and the others about your illness.

, please forgive me, Miss!”

"You! Ahem..." Jiang Muyun covered his mouth to prevent his smile from showing. He calmed down for a while before speaking with a little helplessness, "What if you tell him?

He and I are strangers after all, we are destined to have no connection with each other."

"Come here and help me up. I'm going to write a letter to him so that he can forget about me."

Struggling to get up, most of her body weight rested on Xiaolian, and she walked tremblingly to the desk. Xiaolian felt uncomfortable in her heart. After helping her sit down, she stood aside to grind.

Jiang Muyun picked up the pen and dipped it in some ink. As soon as he wrote a stroke, his hand shook for a moment, and an ink mark was drawn on the paper.

He dropped the pen in frustration.

"I'm really useless now. I can't even hold a pen. Ahem..."

"Miss." Xiaolian still wanted to comfort her, but Jiang Muyun shook his hand at her.

"Forget it, you can write it for me. I also taught you your handwriting. I can trust it. The farewell letter must be written beautifully."

Jiang Muyun murmured a few words, which only made people feel panicked.

Xiaolian had no choice but to pick up the pen, Jiang Muyun said something, she wrote something, and a fresh letter revealing heartlessness and helplessness was written.

"You can send this letter to him tomorrow. Don't have any contact with them from now on. Just cut it off."

This is the last chance Jiang Muyun gives Xiaolian. The choice of what to do is in her hands.

—

The next day, Jiang Muyun had a good sleep. When he woke up, it was already bright. Biyun directed the little maids to bring the washing utensils, but Xiaolian was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Xiaolian?"

After waving away the little maid, Biyun said, "Xiaolian changed with me early in the morning before dawn. She left the house through the back door, and she also carried a basket in her hand."

Although I roughly guessed where she went, I didn't expect her to be so active. I meant early in the morning, but I didn't say so early!

"Have you given orders to the back door lady?"

"I have made an agreement with them that whenever Sister Xiaolian comes back from outing, they will make it convenient for her."

It was already dawn when Xiao Lian over there walked to the cave, and Xue Ping, who was resting in bed yesterday, was already waving the knife in his hand in the yard, sweating profusely from exhaustion.

It has to be said that Xue Ping still has capital. He has a slender and well-proportioned figure. Although he is thin, his body has hard muscles from practicing martial arts all year round. He looks extremely healthy. In addition, he is a prince, and his parents are not.

Although ugly, Xue Ping was naturally handsome and dignified.

Even coarse linen clothes and embroidered patches cannot conceal her outstanding temperament.

So Xiaolian was dumbfounded.

"Xiao Lian, you are here! But Mu Yun has something to bring to me?"

The moment Xue Ping ran toward her, she felt so cowardly in her heart that she felt that his joy was just for her.

But his next words broke her illusion, and she lowered her eyes to cover up the disappointment in her eyes.

"Mr. Xue, yes, our lady asked me to deliver a letter to you."

Taking the letter in her hand, Xue Ping couldn't wait to open it.

[Mr. Xue, personally Qi,

Now that Xiaolian has confessed the truth to you, I will no longer hide it, indeed.

I am seriously ill, and I am dying every day by cherishing medicinal materials. You are still young and have a bright future. Mu Yun does not want to be a drag on you. Our destiny in this life has been exhausted. From now on, we are both safe and happy.

Jiang Muyun’s character.]

Xue Ping's eyes immediately turned red, and the thin piece of letter paper seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and it trembled in his hand.

"Did she really say that? Did she refuse to forgive me for what I said yesterday? You know, I did it unintentionally. I didn't know her. I didn't know..."

Xiaolian looked at him with great discomfort, fearing that he would faint again after just one breath, so she quickly comforted him.

"No, no, Mr. Xue, the lady doesn't blame you, I really don't blame you. It's the lady's illness, and there's nothing the lady can do about it."

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid. I never thought she was a drag! It's all my fault! It's me who is so useless!"

As Xue Ping spoke, the tears in his eyes just fell down, and every drop seemed to fall on Xiaolian's heart. She felt so hateful that she should change the letter to be more tactful, so that he would not be so sad.

yes.

Yes, this letter was written by Xiaolian again after Jiang Muyun fell asleep.

"No, no, Mr. Xue, please don't think like this. By the way, the young lady asked me to look after you from time to time. You see, the young lady doesn't blame you, really."

It seemed that such words cheered up Xue Ping. He looked at Xiaolian and a forced smile appeared on his lips, "Thank you, Xiaolian."

As long as he was fine, Xiaolian felt a little relieved and hurriedly opened the basket she brought and handed it to him. Inside were several fat and white meat buns. However, it had been a while and some had cooled down. She was busy again.

Received it back.

“Mr.

"It's okay, thank you, Xiaolian."

Xue Ping stopped Xiaolian who wanted to do some work. It was difficult for her to come over such a long distance, so he went directly to take the bamboo basket from her hand, but his fingers accidentally brushed against Xiaolian's hand, which made her tremble.

, let go of his hand.

His face suddenly turned red.

"Slave, slave, slave..."

She was so flustered that she was a little incoherent. Seeing her like this, Xue Ping frowned.

"Mr. Xue, slave, slave, slave..."

"Xiao Lian, if you don't mind, you can call me Brother Xue. Don't always be a slave. You are not my slave. You are about the same age as Ge Qing. In my heart, I treat you both like sisters.

.”

"Slave..." Xiaolian's heart was full of surprises, and when she was about to say those two words out of habit, under Xue Ping's disapproving look, she took back what she had not finished and quickly changed her words.
Chapter completed!