"Girl, I said not to let go, I said..."

Jian Yao woke up in the night wind, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Jimo's slightly hurt eyes.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly, reaching out to stroke his rugged eyebrows. His thick eyebrows and soft eyes were like rocks in a torrent river, tough and generous.

"You're crying..." He whispered. The moonlight seemed to be particularly bright tonight, and even the darkness could not hide each other's panic. Jian Yao subconsciously touched his face, and it was indeed wet.

"You kept crying in your dream..."

Jimo's voice was suppressed and low, mixed with traces of pain and regret. Jian Yao smiled at him and leaned forward to hug him, their skin touching, Jimo's coldness forming a sharp contrast with her own warmth.

"Jimo, I haven't cried for a long time, a long time..."

Jian Yao closed her eyes, and tears fell again. Jimo hesitantly hugged her tightly.

"Jian Yao, if you regret it, can I send you back to him?"

The voice became hoarse, Jimo's hand patted her back gently, as if coaxing a helpless girl, Jian Yao sobbed and shook his head, Jimo sighed and murmured: "Then come with me, let's go back

Nanyang!"

Jian Yao's crying gradually stopped, and there was no reply for a long time. Jimo's heart became cold again. Just when he was about to ask, he heard her say quietly: "Jimo, I want to find someone else. When I find him, we will go back to Nanyang together!"

Jimo asked with confusion in his heart: "Who are you looking for?"

Jian Yao raised his head, looked at him quietly, and said with a sigh: "My child..."

In the early morning, when Jian Yao got up, Jimo was still sleeping. When he went out, he saw Na Xin sitting in the morning mist with sleepy eyes.

"You haven't slept all night?" Jian Yao exclaimed and walked to him. Na Xin smiled, stood up and walked into the house with his head lowered. When he passed by Jian Yao, he suddenly held her hand.

Jian Yao was startled and looked up at him. Na Xin just turned his back to her and did not turn around. His rough hands held hers tightly, and heat radiated from his palms.

"Jian Yao, have you made your choice?" He turned his head, his eyes full of kindness and sadness.

Jian Yao felt sour when he saw him, and nodded with some difficulty.

"That's good, you must be happy!" He laughed, shook Jian Yao's hand hard, then let go, and walked silently towards the bamboo house.

The heat in the palm of his hand disappeared, and Jian Yao suddenly felt lost. When he held her, he felt quiet and solid. Although he didn't love him, this kind of settled solidity was something that neither Feng Xie nor Jimo had ever given him.

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Jian Yao and Jimo walked eastward along the Wujiang River. Because of Na Xin's persistence, they were the only ones on the road in the end. The two walked in silence until dusk. When the sun set in the west, Jimo hugged Jian Yao into his arms and followed.

The bumpy horse body, let your lips touch

He touched her delicate face. Jian Yao narrowed his eyes and leaned into his arms. His hand slowly extended forward along the back of his broad hand, inserting his fingertips to hold his hand. Jimo's hand also slowly tightened.

, the pain between her fingers made Jian Yao's heart gradually clear up.

"We shouldn't go east. Since your brother took the child away and now he is in Xize, we should go west!"

After a day of silence, Jimo finally expressed his hesitation. Jian Yao understood his inner struggle. The hatred between him and Jian Mucheng would not weaken because of her. Jimo's silence was thinking, thinking about seeing Jian Mucheng.

Mu Cheng thought about what would happen to him, thinking about whether Jian Mu Cheng would allow him to take Jian Yao away, and even thought about it when he saw the man with the same blue color as Feng Xie.

How should she face the child with pupil-like eyes? Jimo Jian Yao saw so clearly that every look in his eyes made her understand that such a pure white man was not suitable for the disputes in troubled times. In fact, the only thing between him and her was
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