Quickly wear the heartthrob: beautiful cannon fodder is always forced to love

In fact, Yun Huan was not only sad for Qin Shu. If it was Mo Yucheng who was about to die, she would also be sad.

She was not really a robot without emotions. Her husband, who had been with her for several months, was about to die, and Qin Shu was so good to her.

No one would be happy if it were someone else's situation.

Moreover, Yun Huan had never experienced this kind of plot in the previous missions, and she found it difficult to accept it for a while.

Her long eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow under her eyes.

Yun Huan pursed her lips and sat on the edge of the bed with an expressionless face, still holding the card tightly in her hand.

He held it so tightly that deep red marks were carved on his palms.

666 belatedly realized Yun Huan's mood at the moment and felt that she was not happy at all, and even a little depressed.

It immediately shut up and said nothing more, just silently accompanying Yun Huan.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom".

There was a knock on the door.

Yun Huan still didn't move until the knocking on the door became louder. Then she seemed to be awakened and slowly raised her head.

When she looked up, she realized that the room was pitch black. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there and she didn't even notice that the sun had already set.

Mo Yucheng's voice came through the door, "Huanhuan, are you okay?"

His tone was filled with worry.

Yun Huan paused and responded, "I'm fine."

My voice is a little hoarse, but you can't tell unless you listen carefully.

But Mo Yucheng not only heard it, he also magnified it countless times in his mind.

He became anxious and wanted to open the door and go in immediately, but his remaining rationality drove him to ask: "I'm a little worried about you, can I come in now?"

"The door is not locked, Brother Yucheng, just come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yucheng couldn't wait to open the door.

The darkness in the room made him even more worried. He fumbled and pressed the switch on the wall, and the light instantly filled the entire room.

Yun Huan's eyes, which were used to darkness, felt a little uncomfortable when suddenly exposed to the light. She subconsciously covered her eyes with her hands, which made Mo Yucheng think that something was wrong with her.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been crying for several hours and my eyes are swollen, so I’m afraid he will see it and that’s why I didn’t turn on the light? Now I even have to cover my eyes with my hands.

Mo Yucheng hurried forward and hastily pulled Yun Huan's hand away, "Huan Huan, you're alright."

What he saw was not the red and swollen eyes he had imagined, but a pair of dull and confused eyes.

"Brother Yucheng, what are you doing?" Yun Huan was a little surprised.

Mo Yucheng breathed a sigh of relief. "I, I was worried that you were too sad, so I kept hiding in my room crying. It's been almost two hours. Crying for so long is not good for your health."

"It's great that you didn't cry in the end."

Yun Huan also realized that she didn't cry.

Obviously, she could pretend to cry anytime she wanted to, but now, she didn't shed a single tear.

"Yeah, why didn't I cry?"

Yun Huan looked at Mo Yucheng, "Brother Yucheng, do you think I'm cold-blooded?"

Mo Yucheng shook his head and gently stroked the top of Yunhuan's head with his big hand, "No, I know you must be very sad, Yunhuan. You don't have to shed tears to show that you care about him."

He didn't want to continue this topic with Yun Huan, so he said, "You didn't eat anything tonight, so you'll definitely be hungry later. I cooked some noodles, do you want some?"

Yun Huan was not hungry at first, but after Mo Yucheng said that, she really felt like eating something.

She nodded, "Eat."

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When 666 told Yunhuan that they could choose to leave the small world at any time, she was still a little confused.

Although she was mentally prepared, she still found it difficult to accept when the day really came.

The spoon in her hand fell to the ground. Yun Huan came to her senses and squatted down hurriedly to pick it up, but accidentally bumped it into the table and knocked over the half-finished fermented rice balls.

The sound of porcelain breaking rang in my ears, and the fermented rice wine spilled onto the table, with a lot of it flowing down the table and falling to the ground.

Even Yunhuan's skirt inevitably got some of it on it.

Yun Huan now didn't know whether to pick up the spoon first or clean up the mess first.

Just when she had no idea where to start, Mo Yucheng heard the noise and came out of the kitchen, seeing the situation outside at a glance.

He immediately rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Yun Huan, saying as he walked: "Han Huan, don't touch these yet. Those fragments are very sharp and may cut you."

Yun Huan listened to him and stood there, motionless.

Mo Yucheng was quick and skillful. With a broom and a rag, he cleaned the area until it looked as clean as new in no time.

Seeing that Yunhuan's skirt was also stained, he pushed Yunhuan to change clothes, "Take off your skirt first, I'll wash it for you."

Yun Huan took two steps forward as he led her, but her eyes were attracted by the TV playing the news nearby.

The TV was reporting the news of Qin Shu's death at this time, and even his body covered with a white cloth appeared.

Although it was only a moment, it was completely reflected in Yun Huan's eyes.

The next second, the TV went black.

Yun Huan turned her head and saw that it was Mo Yucheng who pulled out the plug.

"Hwanwan, this is fake."

Mo Yucheng himself felt how pale his words were, and his voice seemed to lack confidence.

Yun Huan just said, "I've seen it all. It's no use even if you pull it out."

Even if she didn't see it, 666 told her.

As Yun Huan thought about this, she pursed her lips unconsciously, and a layer of mist gradually filled her eyes.

As the fog grew thicker, tears began to fall.

They fell down one after another without stopping.

"Qin, Qin Shu, is really, really dead, dead."

She spoke incoherently and was choked with sobs.

Yun Huan felt uncomfortable crying, and Mo Yucheng felt even more uncomfortable watching her.

He subconsciously wanted to use his hands to wipe Yun Huan's tears, but he was afraid that his hands were too rough, so he hurriedly got a cotton towel.

As soon as the tissue was handed over, Yun Huan snatched it away before Mo Yucheng could even touch it, and wiped her face casually.

She herself didn't feel sorry, but Mo Yucheng couldn't bear to see it.

It would not be so easy for Yun Huan to snatch the paper from him again. Mo Yucheng held her hand and slowly wiped the tears from her face and eyes.

"Hanhuan, don't be too sad. I don't think Mr. Qin wants you to get hurt because of him."

Mo Yucheng's voice was low and gentle, like a mellow wine, and he would deliberately slow down and soften his tone when comforting people.

Yun Huan blinked her tearful eyes and looked up at him sobbingly.

"But I just can't help crying."

It was as if I wanted to cry enough for all the tears that I didn't cry that day.

Mo Yucheng held her in his arms and patted her back gently.

"Then I'll stay with you. You can cry for the last ten minutes, and then we won't cry anymore, okay?"

Suddenly I bumped into Mo Yucheng's warm embrace and heard him say this.

Yun Huan's tears burst out again, falling like pearls that had fallen off a string.