On the Bank of the moat, Chu zhaoyue continued to pull Shang Muran's light blue sleeves, wiping his face, staring at a place without blinking. He stared too long, his eyes were sour. He tried hard to shed tears, with mournful sadness, deep regret, with full of apology, his eyes were misty staring at the dark summer desert wind.

"cousin, I really know you love me, but

after two sentences of "but", Chu zhaoyue couldn't bear to say it again. She seemed to be too sad to be herself. She suddenly turned around, hugged and sat behind her. She took it to Shangmo Ran's waist, who was taking out paper...