"My father was not in good health at first, and he had an underlying illness. Coupled with the qi and blood attacking his heart, he fell ill. I had no choice but to bring him back to recuperate. In the next two years, there was no news from you, but my father always believed that you
Still alive..."
Ling Xuewei was silent.
She didn't expect that so many things happened in the meantime, and she never knew that they had been looking for her.
After she left two years ago, only her master and Huangfu Chen knew her whereabouts. Several uncles and uncles kept it secret, let alone them.
"There are many people who look similar in this world, so how can you be sure that I am the person you are looking for?" Ling Xuewei asked.
"When my sister was born, she had a crescent-shaped birthmark on her right shoulder."
Ling Xuewei was shocked.
Because there was indeed a birthmark on her right shoulder, exactly as he described.
"Sure enough, right?!" Even if Ling Xuewei didn't speak, Si Yuchao could guess it just by looking at her expression.
"It's true, you are really my sister, really..."
Speculating is one thing, but now that it is finally confirmed, how can Si Yuchao not be excited?
Ling Xuewei was silent, feeling a little helpless for a moment.
Si Yuchao also realized that he was too excited, "Sister... no, Yue'er, I, I..."
Si Yuchao, who had always been sharp-tongued, stuttered.
Ling Xuewei felt a little sour and a little warm in her heart.
In fact, it is not only the original owner who is really suffering, but also them. Since she survived in place of the original owner, why should she worry so much and hurt those who really care about her?
The past is gone, the most important thing is the present, isn't it?
"You should go back early, it's very late."
Si Yuchao's eyes lit up. His sister didn't refute his address. Was it...
"Okay, okay, I'll be back soon, I'll be back soon..."
Someone obviously didn't know that he was looking silly with a smile on his face, and he almost tripped when he walked away. His usual noble appearance was completely lost.
Ling Xuewei couldn't help but laugh and felt her chest feel warm.
"Back?"
Back at the inn, Ye Moyan greeted her and was relieved when he saw that there was nothing wrong with her expression.
The little girl has always been hard-spoken and soft-hearted, let alone those close to her.
Ling Xuewei hugged him and told Ye Moyan what happened in the Si Mansion.
After speaking out, Ling Xuewei felt much less depressed.
Ye Moyan stroked her back every now and then and listened to her quietly. The room was extremely warm and quiet.
It wasn't until there was no more sound in his arms and Ye Moyan lowered his head that he realized that the little girl had fallen asleep!
Whirring.
Suddenly she couldn't laugh or cry, maybe she had put down a worry, and she slept very soundly at this moment.
Ling Xuewei woke up again and found that it was already midnight.
It will be dawn in less than two hours.
There was no Ye Moyan around. Ling Xuewei got out of bed and went to drink some water. When she saw that the lights outside were still on, she walked out.
Her room is very large, with a main hall, an inner room, and a small study room, which is all-inclusive.
The lights in the study room were on, reflecting the man's angular profile.
Ye Moyan was reading the report in his hand, his slender eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Does he have to be busy every night?
She should have thought a long time ago that in such a huge Fanxu Empire, there must be so many government affairs every day, how could he not be busy?
But Ye Moyan accompanied her around during the day, but when she didn't know it, he was busy alone.
Thinking of this, Ling Xuewei felt sour and moved in her heart, and the turbulent emotions almost overwhelmed her.
At this time, Ye Moyan in the room noticed her, put down the memorial and looked, "Why are you awake?"
Ling Xuewei walked over and looked at the pile of papers on the table.
Sensing her gaze, Ye Moyan took her hand and said, "It's just some report."
At this moment, Ye Moyan is different from the coldness of the day, with a bit of laziness and weariness.
The silver robe is slightly open, revealing the sexy collarbone. In such a deep night, there is a fascinating temperament.
Ling Xuewei was pulled onto Ye Moyan's lap and sat down. Ye Moyan put his arms around her waist and rested his head on her neck.
Seeing the tiredness on Ye Moyan's eyebrows, Ling Xuewei felt a little distressed.
In front of outsiders, he will always be the unattainable Ye Emperor. But only in front of her, Ye Moyan will show some weakness.
Ye Moyan is Ling Xuewei's harbor, and Ling Xuewei also hopes that she can be Ye Moyan's support.
Ling Xuewei raised her hand and began massaging Ye Moyan's temples, using neither light nor heavy force, smoothing his frowned eyebrows bit by bit.
The atmosphere in the study room is extremely warm.
After a while, the fatigue faded a bit. Ye Moyan pulled her hand down, his eyes softened and said, "I'm much better. I'll rest later. You go to sleep first."
"I have woken up and am energetic now. I will accompany you."
Before he could refuse, Ling Xuewei hugged him coquettishly, "Just let me accompany you... I can't sleep without you."
Ling Xuewei then remembered how she had been so sleepy that she couldn't help but blush.
Ling Xuewei suddenly felt even more embarrassed when she met Ye Moyan's half-smiling gaze.
"Okay, let's go together then."
Ye Moyan stopped teasing her, Ling Xuewei chuckled, smacked his face, and then sat down on a soft chair nearby.
Ling Xuewei found a book to kill herself. After flipping through it for a while, her eyes couldn't help but fall on Ye Moyan.
That sentence is true. Men who work hard are the most charming.
At this moment, Ye Moyan took off his disguise, revealing his original handsome face. He did not wear a crown, and only wore a wooden hairpin on his head. His clothes were low-key and without any decoration, but even so, it still made people move.
Don't open your eyes.
There is a kind of person in this world whose dazzling temperament cannot be concealed even if he wears ordinary clothes.
The ordinary clothes on him gave off a sense of nobility. She thought this was the so-called human shirt, right?
In addition, Ye Moyan is a natural clothes rack, with his golden proportions and slender and straight legs, he is a stunning male god in modern times! I am afraid that any girl who sees him will not be able to help but kneel down and lick him
Isn't he extremely beautiful?
Holding his chin with both hands, a certain person did not realize at all how 'eager' his eyes were.
Ye Moyan sat in front of the case with a serious look on his face. He read the report very quickly and wrote as if he was inspired.
When he was thinking, his brows would frown slightly, showing a bit of majesty and coldness.
Usually he doesn't think for too long, and starts grading after a dozen breaths. The action of dipping in ink is obviously ordinary, but when he does it, there is a bit more elegance that makes people unable to take their eyes away.
His fingers holding the pen are long and strong, and his nails are round and crystal clear, like the most beautiful sculptures.
If he encounters a difficult decision, he will take longer to think and will habitually tap his fingers on the table again and again.
But it would not take more than a cup of tea at the longest, and the decision was quickly made. He wrote like a dragon, with determination and calmness.
