Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

Mr. Mu did not receive his joy.

He frowned, as if he was in a dilemma.

But no one can see it.

If all this is just an illusion, is it really worth giving up everything for him?

Qiao Mu seems to have a strong ability of empathy.

The mood calmed down.

"Mr. Mu."

"exist."

"Can you please let me see you again? I'm..."

"not good."

Mr. Mu withdrew his hand and strode away.

Qiao Mu felt lost. He was fine just now, and she had almost forgotten what he looked like.

Ever since Mr. Mu disappeared and came back for no reason, a rift has arisen between the two of them. Even though no one wants to mention it, everyone knows it in their hearts.

They will finally be honest one day.

But Qiao Mu was very scared, as if if that day came, it would be impossible to mend the broken mirror.

He wants to live in the dream he has woven. If he cannot bear the filth outside, then just keep deceiving him.

Even if he died, he didn't want to hear him tell him the truth about everything.

But he didn't know what kind of pressure and pain the person who weaved the dream was under.

What that person is facing is the double impact of being in and out of dreams. He needs to stay awake in the pain and stay out of the dream.

That person seemed to be in control of the overall situation and had the ability to control the overall situation, but he could only watch things unfold and could not intervene.

Unless you are a god who has cut off all emotions and love, all that is left is endless pain.

Being powerless can often bring a person down. If he has the chance to do it again, he might be more willing to be exploited.

It's quiet at night.

Mr. Mu finally arrived at the door and just stood there quietly.

He almost forgot how long he had worn the mask, but he always looked at it several times every night, as if this could help him stay awake and not get lost.

He Ru's arrival made his blurred sense of boundaries clear again.

If you can't control it, then don't control it anymore. Maybe running away is not weakness.

If you can't make up your mind, then find someone else. At least you can make a choice.

There is no need to hang yourself on a tree.

But is he really willing to give up? After all these years of hard work, is he really going to give up?

He didn't want to stay in this place anymore.

It seems that I can escape everything by just changing places, as if the process does not really exist in order for the result to occur.

He remained motionless for a long time, until the lights in the house were turned off, and then he left.

Qiao Mu pushed open the door and looked at the empty space that had long disappeared from his sight, feeling a strong sense of unease.

What's his problem? If leaving makes him feel better, then go.

After all, I have never been firmly chosen, I am just getting used to it again.

He closed the door in a daze and slid down to sit on the ground.

The coldness of the ground penetrated through the skin and flesh and reached inside.

As if sensing something, he stood up and wanted to open the door.

His hand paused on the door.

What's the point? Should I pretend I know nothing?

I'm afraid I can't pretend.

But, if I ask him to stay, will he stay?

Finally, with a glimmer of hope, I opened the door.

The four eyes met, gazing at each other from a distance.

Neither of them knew what to say.

Time seems to stand still.

Qiao Mu mustered up his courage.

"I can't sleep, can you stay?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the air was filled with endless silence.

Qiao Mu's bright eyes dimmed. Without saying anything, he just stepped back and closed the door.

When there was only a crack left, Mr. Mu pulled the door open.

He made his first witty remark: "Your door is so small, can I turn into a fly and fly in?"

But to Qiumu, this might be a little comfort and benefit.

What are you expecting?

After tonight, there is only tonight.

The two fell asleep, no one spoke, but no one closed their eyes.

Qiao Mu tucked in the corner of the quilt for Mr. Mu, then turned sideways to face him. Soon, he could hear his even breathing.

Mr. Mu tossed and turned for a long time, and finally sighed.

She patted his shoulder and turned over to sleep.

Only after his breathing stabilized did Qiao Mu dare to move and pulled him into his arms.

His pounding heart expressed his restlessness.

But it’s the last night, so what if we get discovered?

Without the anxiety in your heart, your actions will be much more fearless.

His hand lingered on the edge of the mask, and he tried to take it away several times, but was forcibly restrained.

I was so sleepy, but I didn't dare close my eyes. As long as I closed my eyes and opened them again, he would disappear here.

I wish I could rub him into my bones, so that he can never escape and belong to me forever.

But compared to that shadow that follows him everywhere but is just a thought, he hopes that he is a living person with flesh and blood, a person with thoughts and vitality.

Even if he is far away, as long as I know he is always safe, I will be satisfied.

Mr. Mu was strangled too tightly by Qiumu, and he had difficulty breathing, so he woke up.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Qiao Mu looking straight at me.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

An extremely hoarse voice came out of Qiumu's mouth.

"Can't sleep."

Mr. Mu did not struggle to break free from the embrace that was almost suffocating him, but patted his back soothingly.

"I'm here, go to sleep, I'll watch you sleep."

Qiao Mu didn't want to close his eyes because he was afraid of falling asleep.

Her bloodshot eyes remained stubbornly open, as if silently telling Mr. Mu that she really couldn't sleep.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he had a rough stubble that had appeared overnight. His face was full of fatigue.

Yet he still says one thing and means another.

Mr. Mu felt a sudden pain in his heart and ordered him to go to sleep.

"Qiao Zhong."

The oppression in his eyes made Qiumu, who was already in a bad mood, feel chilled.

She closed her eyes obediently, the wet corners of her eyes disappearing into the pillow, unseen by anyone.

Mr. Mu was still comforting her gently.

Gradually drooping.

The sky is bright.

Qiao Mu woke up from his dream and subconsciously tightened his grip.

But you can still touch the real thing.

Looking down, Mr. Mu was still sleeping soundly.

A feeling of relief and luck spreads in my heart until it takes root, sprouts, grows branches and leaves, blooms and bears fruit, and grows stronger and stronger. It cannot be uprooted, otherwise even the last bit of vitality will be taken away.

That tall, vibrant tree is enough to absorb the last bit of nutrients from the land, but it is also enough to nourish the land. The two are interdependent and neither can be missing.

Looking at Mr. Mu who was still sleeping soundly, the desire in my heart grew even more crazy than that big tree.

Still unable to hold back, he bent down and kissed the exposed skin.

The tip of my nose is surrounded by his scent, which gives me a rare sense of security and comfort.

I felt more and more reluctant to leave, and wanted to wake him up and tell him all my thoughts.

But he didn't dare.

She didn't even dare to leave any traces, but just licked him mouthful by mouthful, as if she could lick him into pieces.

He is not like the ice and snow in winter, which makes people feel cold and can calm people down quickly.

Instead, it's getting hotter.

Mr. Mu felt the heat and waved his hand, but when it was about to touch Qiao Mu, he dodged it.

Beads of sweat slid down as he moved, dripping onto Mr. Mu's mask.

Mr. Mu opened his collar, and Qiao Mu could clearly see that even though he moved very gently, a light red mark was left on his collarbone.

The open neckline and the skin dotted with red marks were a fatal temptation to Qiumu.