Chu Yunyao is a chess piece that can affect the whole situation of the chess game, so of course it is impossible to entrust herself to the chess player easily.
And he, absolutely, should never, never should have confessed his heart to her at this moment.
Mo Lingyuan only felt an unprecedented setback.
He is used to controlling everything, and all people and things are carried out according to his wishes, but Chu Yunyao has unknowingly become the only existence that he cannot control.
She doesn't stick to red tape, she only follows her heart.
She seems soft, kind and principled, but she seems to have built a high courtyard wall in her heart to keep everything out, and she never easily accepts his overtures.
"Young commander, why are you standing here?" A sweet and surprised voice came from behind.
When Mo Lingyuan turned his head, he saw Nanyan holding a book and Shi Shiran walking over.
In just one week, with the company of his sweetheart, Nan Yan's body has recovered, her deeply sunken cheeks have regained their fullness, rosy and bright, and although her figure is still slender and thin, she has already plumped up a lot.
Wearing a plain white jade cheongsam on her body, she can also hold her up, making her look slim and graceful.
The sun hit her fair and beautiful little face, as if it had been coated with a layer of soft light, and the brows and eyes were filled with strong happiness and joy.
Time seems to have turned into a poem on her, composing the warmth of the quiet years.
Mo Lingyuan sighed, and his tone seemed a bit melancholy: "I had a little misunderstanding with Yunyao, I wanted to go up to her when I was in a better mood and explain it to her, but I didn't expect her to leave."
Nan Yan smiled like a delicate flower blooming, "Young Madam is still young, and occasionally she will have a childish temper. The young commander should be more tolerant. When a husband and wife get along, the most important thing is to put themselves in the other's shoes. No matter how powerful a person is, the heart There will always be weak parts in it.
The young lady is simple-minded, with clear grievances and grievances. She can feel that the young commander-in-chief treats her well. "
Mo Lingyuan was relieved and felt relieved, "I hope this is the case, thanks to Miss Nanyan's good words."
Just about to leave, Mo Lingyuan seemed to have thought of something, and turned to look at Nanyan: "There is one more thing, tell Nanyan girl the truth, and please don't be angry with Yunyao after she finds out."
"What's the matter?" Nan Yan asked suspiciously with eyes like water.
"I heard that you gave Yunyao two purses, one of which was sky blue. I accidentally lost that purse. It's none of Yunyao's business. If Miss Nanyan wants to blame you, please..."
Before Mo Lingyuan finished speaking, Nan Yan interrupted him.
"Young Marshal, what do you mean, that purse has always been in the young lady's hands?" Nan Yan seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and her whole body was on the verge of collapse.
In this way, Yun Che never took her purse at all?
Or, those rumors outside are true, and the person Yun Che likes is actually Young Madam?
It's no wonder that after her health improved, Yun Che seemed to have a lot of things to say to her, but he didn't speak for a long time.
It was she who was immersed in beautiful fantasies and ignored all these details.
Mo Lingyuan sensed something was wrong: "Miss Nanyan, what's wrong with you?"
Wen Tingyun just came out of the backyard with the boiled medicine in his hand, when he heard Mo Lingyuan's words, he dropped the medicine bowl in his hand in fright, and rushed to support Nanyan: "Nanyan, are you alright?"
How could Nanyan be fine.
She valued that person more than her life, and now she managed to calm down, thinking that happiness was lingering around her, but she didn't expect that everything was like brilliant soap bubbles under the sun.
With a single poke, this beautiful fantasy is shattered.
The book in Nanyan's hand fell to the ground, and she fell straight back, fainting in Wen Tingyun's arms...