Night Yu Chen takes Mu late Qing's hand and leads her to the ward of Si Xue, while the others follow behind them in silence, devout and dignified.

"Cher!"

Mu Wanqing happily ran to the door of Sixue's ward.

She was preparing to give her cake and gift to share the joy of healing with her, but when she just looked inside, the smile gradually disappeared on her face.

A pale white.

In the ward, all the pink furniture was removed and replaced with white sheets and quilts. There was even a white background cloth hanging on both sides with elegy couplets.

White chrysanthemum basket in the room dissatisfaction, flower group surrounded by, put a gray portrait, is the smile of snow.

"What does that mean..."

Mu late Qing tightly holds night Yu Chen's hand, she some flustered have no way to look at the ward, even dare not go in.

She raised her eyes and looked at the man. Her eyes were eager and anxious. "Where's Xueer Where's Cher? "

Night Yu Chen tightly pursed thin lips, firm jaw line is cold and hard.

He looked at the girl, then took her into his arms, but did not answer her question.

Mu Wanqing directly pushed him away, still can't believe the picture she saw, "here's a new patient, right?"

"You didn't tell me Is Cher home? "

"So other patients live here. Xueer is still at home and doesn't go back to the hospital. Is that right?"

Mu Wanqing's voice trembled. Although she had not yet accepted the fact, and was already trying to suppress her emotion, tears still came out of her eyes.

Night imperial Chen still can't bear to answer her question.

Before, it was he who concealed her.

"Cured?"

The priest sat in the ward. He lifted his eyelids lazily. He seemed to be a little haggard. He raised his eyes and looked forward to Mu Wan.

He stood up, eyes a little hot, "Mu Mu Mu?"

This girl's body, beating is his own sister's heart, and she has now recovered.

The night Yu Chen with soon the girl embraces behind.

Mu Wanqing has no time to take care of the priest at the moment. Her mood is a little confused, and she is still digesting the news of Si Xue's death.

A sense of sadness swept by, accompanied by regret and chagrin, but more still can not believe.

Before she went into a coma

Si Xue is still very good and seems to be in good health.

Amputation and blindness were not enough to take her life, so what else happened that she didn't know?

"Yuchen..." Mu Wanqing sobbed.

She gently tugged at the corner of yeyuchen's clothes and looked at him eagerly, hoping that he could say

This is not the portrait of Si Xue.

Her Cher is still at home and in good health.

"It seems that you haven't told her yet." The priest sniffed and then came to Mu Wan.

The night imperial Chen hides her behind, the slightest does not want to let the priest can touch her meaning, completely protect.

"My dear Mumu."

Si Ji red lips light hook, stretch out a hand to want to touch Mu late Qing's cheek, but suddenly be night Yu Chen to hold wrist.

He warned, "stay away from her. She's not your sister."

Even with the heart of Si Xue, Mu Wanqing is just Mu Wanqing. It can never be another Si Xue.

"That's your attitude towards the Savior?"

The priest's eyes narrowed, and he looked at yeyuchen discontentedly, "little emperor, you have to know If I get angry, I can take my sister's heart back at any time! "

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