This shouldn't be her, Xia Maoer shouldn't be like this...
The memory is so far away, yet so close... Things in the past life seem to be just yesterday, yet they seem so far away from me...
But the Xia Mao'er she is familiar with should be the domineering short-haired woman... She has a charming smile, a clear feeling of love and hate, she is arrogant and as chic as the wind...
The picture on the bronze mirror seemed to gradually change. She saw the lazy cat-like version of herself in her previous life, wearing black leather pants and a silver pistol. Every movement was crisp and neat. She was the myth of the underworld and an immortal legend...
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"I'll go out for a moment...!"
Mao'er looked at the bronze mirror and suddenly said, then turned around and walked out without looking at anyone...
Xia Ziye glanced at Mao'er, knowing that she had complicated thoughts and had been hit too hard before and after. She frowned and looked at Mao'er with some worry, but she couldn't walk away...
Ye Qingqing followed closely and walked out...
In the yard, there is green grass, the fragrance of flowers, and a small lake that is extremely clear. Standing by the lake, you can see various goldfish swimming freely in it.
Mao'er stood by the lake, looking at the reflection in the clear and flawless water. Her mind was racing, thinking about her past life, her current life...thinking about her changes, thinking about her confusion...
There were footsteps coming from behind, very softly, but the cat did not turn around. He saw the bright red color from the corner of his eyes and knew it was Ye Wuqing, so he also looked for her...
"sorry!"
Ye Qingqing stood next to Mao'er and spoke in a low voice, his brows furrowed like a mountain. He was definitely responsible for what happened today. He thought he had extraordinary martial arts skills, but he actually fell into someone else's trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain.
The woman he likes and the person he cares about most is in such a situation...
I felt deep self-blame in my heart, and standing next to Mao'er I just felt extremely guilty.
Cat was still staring at the clear lake water without turning her head, as if she was lost in her own thoughts. Just when Ye Wuqing thought that Cat wouldn't speak, her voice came in a low voice, "It's none of your business.
This matter has obviously been planned for a long time. My father will not die, but it is just a trap to invite you into the urn. What's more, even if my father's life is in danger, I can still save him, so there is no need to blame myself!"
Mao'er's position was already expressed in just a few words. Ye Qingqing turned to look at Mao'er's side face, which was pale and without a trace of blood. Her words passed into his heart so softly, and he trembled.
Another tremor...
He was not a talkative person. He was usually reticent and didn't know what to say. When he saw Mao'er saying it was okay, he frowned and stood next to Mao'er and watched quietly with her.
Whether the goldfish swimming in the water is happy or sad, he is there to accompany him quietly. Although he has many questions in his heart, the cat does not speak, and Ye Qingwu does not ask...
"What did you see?"
Mao'er looked at her heartless figure in the lake, and asked aloud for a long time.
"you!"
As soon as Mao'er finished speaking, Ye Qingqing continued without even the slightest pause.
Mao'er almost laughed. His heavy and depressed mood seemed to have been relieved a little. This man was so simple and real that he was adorable. He didn't beat around the bush or use sweet words. His reactions and answers were so real...
Mao'er lowered her eyes and remembered her first meeting with Ye Qingqing. This man, with his aloof and cold appearance, actually shot her with an arrow. At that time, she was not as sad as she is now, and she was still the arrogant one.
With the chic and well-dressed Xia Maoer...
What made her become what she is today?
Mao'er thought and pondered over and over again, and finally couldn't do without a name - Jun Mo Jue.
She had heard before that if a woman comes into contact with emotions, her IQ will drop a lot, she will become hot and cold, and her temper will be moody. She scoffed at it at the time, but now that she thinks about it, isn't that what she is like?
Looking in the mirror, she realized that she seemed to have lost her free and easy self. She was just a man, just a relationship, just a betrayal together. How could she be forced to be like this? As long as she didn't die, she would still be alive.
, she should live her own wonderful life, why should she stay in the room and calculate what caused Jun Mo Jue so much pain and how much harm she suffered?
The clear distinction between love and hate is the foundation of Xia Maoer's life...
On a clear and sunny day, with clear lake water, Mao'er seemed to have two other peerless faces in front of her, one as cold as ice, and one as cunning as a fox, her best sister, if she were to see her now...
With this look, she should be laughing at her severely...
"Cat girl...how did you become such a bear?"
"Cat, you are so promising!"
The laughing taunts of the little fox and the soft scolding of Huo Yun seemed to ring in my ears. A gust of wind blew and the lake water swayed slightly. However, the faces of Mao'er and Huo Yun still did not disappear, just because they were engraved in my heart.
Above her soul, however, how long has it been since she thought of her good sisters? Where are these two sisters who depend on each other for their lives?
Suddenly, I felt a little bit damn...
"sorry……!"
He murmured at the corner of his mouth, an apology that was already drifting in the wind. Ye Qingqing raised his eyebrows, looked at Mao'er, and said with a sullen face, "Why are you apologizing to me? I'm fine...!"
Ye Qingwu said solemnly, with some doubts on his face. Mao'er glanced at Ye Wuqing, then turned to look at Ye Qingwu, staring at him in a funny way, "I'm not talking about you!"
"ah?"
Ye Wuqing's eyelids twitched when Mao'er said this. When he met Mao'er's eyes, his face felt hot as if he had a fever. He just felt...well...it's embarrassing...he's being sentimental.
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It's so embarrassing... There are only two of them here. Who is he? I really can't blame him for being embarrassed. Could it be that Xia Qingcheng is talking to the air?
Ye Wuqing's questions were all written in his eyes. Mao'er could see clearly. He glanced at him, raised the corners of his mouth, and then said, "I told my good sister that so much has happened these days.
I seemed to have forgotten them, and I didn’t think of them for a long, long time... So I feel very sorry...! That apology was meant for them... I miss them very much..."
