The doctor smiled embarrassingly. Of course his medical skills are not as good as the young lady's, so it's no wonder that he would be disgusted by Miss Yunliu.

The doctor put the ointment on the table, gave some instructions, and left the bedroom.

Seeing that Mo Lingwei was silent, Yun Liu said in a low voice: "Miss, if it hurts, just say it. The weather is getting colder and colder day by day, and the wound will heal slowly. If you don't pay attention, the wound will fester. .

There are also these soups and medicines, which seem to have no effect. After eating bowls of them, why didn't they get better at all? "

Mo Lingwei stared blankly at Yun Liu who was squatting in front of her, as if the ugly scar on her leg had nothing to do with her.

Yun Liu is skillful, and when she touches the wound occasionally, she doesn't respond, she doesn't seem to feel any pain, and she doesn't feel pain either. Seeing Yun Liu's nimble bandaging movements, her expression is numb.

Mo Lingwei became more and more silent day by day, less and less talkative, and spent more and more time in a daze.

Yun Liu didn't know what she was thinking, she thought she was just not feeling well and didn't want to speak, not to mention, Mo Lingwei was a taciturn person.

The weather is getting colder every day.

The wound on her leg had scabbed over, and she was able to stand up slowly from the wheelchair, walk from the edge of the bed to the door of the bedroom.

Mo Lingyuan came to see her as usual, and just stepped into the courtyard door, he saw her leaning on the door frame, looking up at the sky, wondering what she was thinking.

Her loose hair fluttered in the cold wind, and her body was as thin as a pair of dry bones. Standing in the cold wind, she seemed to be blown away by the wind in the next moment...

Mo Lingyuan frowned slightly, strode over, took off his cloak, put it on her body, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

There is clearly nothing in the sky, it is gloomy.

"It's nothing." Mo Lingwei retracted her gaze, closed her cloak, and smiled faintly: "How long have you been here?"

"It's been a long time." Mo Lingyuan raised his hand, and put her hair blown away by the wind behind her ears: "Ling Wei, what are you thinking?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that the world is impermanent, and no one knows what will happen in the next moment." Mo Lingwei walked into the bedroom and said softly: "The winter in the north lasts too long, send me back to Jincheng earlier Come on, lest the roads are frozen and the journey will be difficult."

"Okay." Mo Lingyuan also hoped that she would return to the Young Marshal's Mansion as soon as possible.

When Xiu'er and Siyu are around, and Yunyao is with her, her knot will probably be untied.

Mo Lingyuan sighed: "Ling Wei, people have to look forward, the past will always pass, and it has already passed."

Sitting by the stove, Mo Lingwei looked at Mo Lingyuan upon hearing the words: "When my sister-in-law fell into the cliff, I was with my brother in the camp, how did you get here every day at that time.

I often think, if my sister-in-law has not been found, would you give up? "

Mo Lingyuan: "Yunyao is the wife I'm married to, and our relationship is already inseparable. How could I give up?"

"Impossible to give up?" Mo Lingwei murmured: "Shaojin and I, although we have never been close to each other, I owe him a life.

I hated him so much in the past, but now I have no chance to say thank you to him calmly.

Brother, you are right, people have to look forward, the past has passed, since he wants me to live so much, I should live well. "



Half a month later, Mo Lingwei held Mo Jinlan's ashes altar in her arms, took Yun Liu, and under the escort of Duan Changyu, set off for Jincheng...