He raised his head and looked at Mu Yun, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt," Mu Yun said with a faint smile on his lips, his eyes as bright as the moon in the sky.
Even if there are beads of sweat on his forehead, his hands are stained with blood, and his clothes are messy, they can't take away any bit of his charming grace.
All the dirt in the world will not damage his pure and handsome temperament, but will bloom slowly like a white lotus in the dark night, making people feel reverence in their hearts.
His beauty is different from that of Xijian Yunchen.[
The beauty of Xijian Yunchen is flamboyant, dazzling, and irresistible.
But Mu Yun's beauty is deep and hidden, as quiet as Jingchuan Mingbo, as if a banished immortal has come to the world.
Nuan Nuan felt a pain in her heart. He said it didn't hurt, but she knew it must be extremely painful.
Especially after untying the strip of cloth, she saw that the blood on his palms had solidified, and a trace of tears oozed from the corners of her eyes.
Nuan Nuan's expression froze. Mu Yun is a very smart person. When he asked Xijian Yunchen to let go first and get into the carriage with him, he must have already had the result in his mind!
However, he still wanted to hear the answer from her own mouth.