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She never knew that she could run so fast, her legs were no longer her own, and she ran to the gate in one breath as if she was stepping on hot wheels.

10 minutes away, she ran there in 3 minutes.

The door was locked, and Nanhua lay panting on the door, desperately trying to find the mechanism to unlock it with her fingers.

But the more anxious she was, the more she couldn't find it. She broke out in a cold sweat, her clothes were soaked, and when the wind blew, she felt sticky, which made her very uncomfortable.

The night was getting darker, the bamboo forest was blown by the wind, and the ancient villa was even more gloomy.

Suddenly, a man's footsteps came from behind, "Dong Dong Dong", getting closer and clearer, as if it was behind him.

Nan Hua shuddered, and the hand that was pulling the door lock began to tremble.

She wanted to look back at that man, but her body seemed to be frozen by something, and her neck was also frozen. Subconsciously, she was afraid of seeing the man's handsome face suddenly turn into blue-faced fangs.

Suddenly there was a heavy weight on the shoulder, and there was a big man's hand, which was cold and hard, and the temperature was not like that of a living person's hand.

Nanhua shuddered all over, as if she was going all out, she turned her head abruptly, but she didn't have the blue-faced fangs as imagined.

In front of him was a face that was too handsome to be real, with skin as cold and white as the moon, thin and refreshing bones, slender eyebrows that grew into the temples, and peach eyes full of affection.If you put on an ancient costume and add long hair, you can go straight to filming fairy tales.

A man looks like this, he is either a fairy or a demon.

Nanhua mustered up her courage, used all her strength to knock off his hand, and shouted loudly, "Stay away from me!"

A trace of injury flashed across Lin Mobai's eyes, he took a few steps back silently, and said with deep apology: "I'm really sorry for shocking you. I should have told your mother about the situation in advance, so that you won't be shocked, yes I was negligent, sorry."

Nan Hua stared at him in panic, her back was pressed against the door tightly, her whole body was shaking like chaff, and she answered irrelevantly, "Lin Mobai, are you a human or a ghost?"

Lin Mobai was taken aback, and after a few seconds, he suddenly smiled, the smile was so romantic that the world turned pale, "Of course I am human, it was daytime when I went to find you, have you forgotten?"

Nan Hua breathed a sigh of relief, ghosts are invisible, and besides, there are no ghosts in this world, she was so frightened and confused.

She asked again: "Your mother, what's wrong with her?"

"She is dead." Lin Mobai's peach blossom eyes revealed deep grief.

The grief was so intense that it burned Nanhua's eyes, and she couldn't help but feel a burst of sadness in her heart, forgetting her fear.

"My condolences, Mr. Lin." She comforted him in turn.

"Thank you, I'm not so sad anymore."

"Mr. Lin, why didn't you order a birthday suit, but came to me?" Nan Hua was still a little annoyed, feeling that she was being teased, she couldn't help asking.

"My mother died ten years ago."

Nan Hua gasped, "Then, that corpse just now..."

Realizing that something was wrong, she hurriedly changed her words and said, "After ten years of death, why hasn't your mother's body decayed yet?"

Lin Mobai suddenly lowered his eyes, and his voice was as low as a sigh: "My father was romantic by nature and never cared about his family. My mother and I depended on each other and had a very good relationship. But ten years ago, she died suddenly, in a car accident. I couldn't help it." Accepting this fact, I found someone to embalm her body and preserve her. In this way, she can stay by my side forever.”

He smiled, but such a beautiful smile only made people feel sad.

"I never think she's dead. Really, as long as you think she's not dead, she really won't die. Every time I get home, the first thing I do is go to her room and talk to her. I'm happy If you are unhappy, tell her everything, just like when you were a child."

Nanhua felt sour in her heart.

Touching the scene, she thought of Yangyang.

In the car accident three years ago, everyone thought she was dead.

Yang Yang lost his mother who depended on him at a young age, isn't it the same pain?

Her heart was pierced, and her eyes were blurred with tears.

Lin Mobai didn't know the real reason for her crying, but thought she was afraid.

He took out a white handkerchief, gently wiped her tears and said: "You really don't have to be afraid, I never thought she was a dead person, never. She was a gentle and beautiful woman when she was alive, and she is still now. In my life In my eyes, she will always be the gentlest and most amiable mother in the world."

Nan Hua cried even harder, and the tears flowed down like broken beads, which couldn't be stopped no matter what.

Every morning, she would use the binoculars to look at Yangyang and watch him go to kindergarten.The high-power telescope can clearly see his eyes, and those big black and beautiful eyes are full of thoughts.What a deep sorrow it must be to make a five-year-old child so preoccupied.

She could see him, but she couldn't touch him, let alone tell him that she was still alive.

Helplessness, frustration, and a strong sense of guilt tormented her, and her heart was so painful that it was unspeakable.

Seeing Nanhua crying into tears, Lin Mobai felt a pain in his heart, and his pity for her grew stronger.

He thought she was caring for him.

What a kind woman, he thought, so aloof on the outside, but so soft on the inside.

She only showed him a side of her that she had never shown to others, how precious and heart-warming.

Some long-sleeping feelings broke out in his chest, he couldn't help holding her in his arms, wiped her tears more gently, brushed strands of her loose hair behind his ears with his fingers, and coaxed her softly She: "Don't cry, Miss Shen, don't cry, ah, don't cry, Nanhua, Nanhua..."

His voice is full of emotion.

The relationship between him and her has undergone tremendous changes in these calls.

"Squeak."

The black carved door opened slowly, and a man and a woman walked in side by side.

The man is tall and straight, with a jade tree facing the wind.The facial features are handsome and extraordinary, as if carefully crafted by God, and the black and beautiful eyes like cold stars reveal a proud aura of looking down on the world.A pair of long legs are slender and powerful, walking with a kingly demeanor, it is Huo Beiyao.

The gentle and timid woman beside her is Lin Yanyan.

Seeing Lin Mobai hugging a woman and comforting her, Huo Beiyao and Lin Yanyan couldn't help but stop, curious about the woman's identity.

But her face was buried deep in Lin Mobai's arms, no one could guess who she was.

Hearing the movement, Lin Mobai slowly let go of the woman in his arms, glanced at the person coming, lowered his head and continued to wipe her tears, comforting her gently: "Stop crying, your eyes should be swollen if you cry any more."

Huo Beiyao finally saw the woman's appearance clearly, his expression froze, his handsome and tough face sank, so sinking that he was about to wring out the water, and then he smiled self-deprecatingly.

This woman is Shen Nanhua, not Nanhua.

It's just a fake, a fake, with whom to hug, who to make out with, what does it matter to me?

Lin Yanyan was even more shocked, and her anger rushed to the top of her head.

She couldn't control her emotions, and asked Lin Mobai angrily: "Brother, what is your relationship with Shen Nanhua? Why is she in our house? Do you know who she is? Just take her home?"

Lin Mobai snorted a very light sneer, raised his eyes, glanced at her indifferently and mockingly, took Nan Hua's hand, and said to her in a warm voice: "Nan Hua, let's go, go to my mother's room."

The title "Nanhua" once again hit Huo Beiyao's sore spot.

There was a pain in his heart, as if Lin Mobai was holding his wife, his Nanhua.

He wanted to snatch her hand out of Lin Mobai's, he raised his big hand with well-defined joints, and then slowly retracted it.

He stood there coldly, watching the two walking forward side by side intimately, his eyes gradually became sharper.

That slender and tall figure was so familiar, so familiar that it made his heart ache.

That was clearly Nan Hua's figure.

It's Nanhua's figure!

He took a step with his long legs, and the shooting star chased after him.