Shen Ning got up very early and put a simple burden on her clothes. She waited for the devil in white to pick her up on the road.

She didn't see the devil in white until dark.

She cooked the food.

He would show up on time at this time, but not today.

When the food was cold, she brought it back after it was hot, and the hot food became cold again.

The devil in white still didn't show up.

She sat at the table, watching the candle go out, the room was dark, she was still motionless, waiting stubbornly.

It's dawn, and the dawn whitens the window paper.

With a blink of sour eyes, she stood up slowly, holding the table, and emptied all the cold dishes.

Three days later, the devil in white seemed to have disappeared and never appeared again.

Ten days.

Twenty days.

Shen Ning is waiting in the small town day by day. She suddenly feels that she is stupid. Why should she place her hope on others.

Can't she save Xiao Ru and ling'er?

Can't she live without the devil in white?

Look, he's been away for 20 days. She's not as well. She should eat and sleep.

On the 21st day, Shen Ning decided not to wait foolishly.

She hired a carriage to set out for the Northern Qi Dynasty.

"Ning'er."

Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice coming from behind her.

Shen Ning's body was shocked. She suspected that she had heard something wrong.

No way. He can't be here. No way.

She didn't look back. She walked to the carriage stiffly step by step, but the voice sounded again behind her.

"Ning'er."

The voice was unusually clear, right in her ear.

Shen Ning's eyes were filled with tears. She didn't dare to look back. She was afraid that once she turned back, she would no longer be able to control herself.

But a pair of powerful hands seized her hand, the palm was hot, with a burning pain, straight to her heart, let her viscera with pain.

Her lips moved to speak, but her throat seemed to choke.

After a while, she just turned around and looked at the handsome man behind her as if nothing had happened.

Xuan Yi Su belt, Jun Yan calm, eyes like cold pool deep water, tightly staring at her face, the bottom of the eye is unable to hide the deep feelings.

At the sight of these eyes, Shen Ning felt her heart beat very fast.

She noticed the plain edge rolling on his black coat, and she knew it.

"The Empress Dowager Died? " Her voice was low.

Mo Chuan nodded slowly.

"When did it happen?"

"Ten days ago." He has a dull voice.

Shen Ning fixed to look at him, full of words into four words: "mourning by the way."

Mo Chuan did not speak, thin lips slightly pursed, eyes flash a touch of pain.

Obviously, the death of Empress Dowager Zhou had a great impact on him, but his back was still straight and his eyebrows were still bright and bright.

"Ning'er, go back with me." He clenched her hand.

Hearing these four words, Shen Ning can't help but have a slight hook on her lips. She doesn't know whether she is laughing at herself or him.

"Back to where?" She blinked and asked.

Mo Chuan gazed at her: "are you still blaming me?"

"No, I didn't blame you." She said quickly.

"Ning'er, you don't need to say something insincere in front of me." Mo Chuan low sigh way.

Shen Ning pursed her lips and did not speak.

She knew she couldn't hide it from him.

He is the one who knows her best in the world.

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