C859 (1/2)

When the servants of the Waterhill Gardens saw that their mistress was injured, they all rushed over in fright.

”Second Young Madam, your forehead is broken. Let's go to the hospital to clean it up first.”

”Second young mistress, your wounds …”

Who knew where Long Qian's strength came from, but she pushed them away. Blood flowed down from her forehead along her delicate face. She desperately walked towards the stairs, ”Ye Han, where are you? Don't hide from me, okay? Where are you? ”Tell me, can I look for you?”

As he walked up the stairs, blood still flowed down to his eyes. She instinctively closed her eyes. At this moment, his feet suddenly missed and he fell to the ground.

”Shallow —” Mother Rong was frightened.

However, at this time, Long Qian had already lost consciousness and fainted …

His tightly shut eyes opened up a small gap. The nurses had already treated the wound on his head. With her pale face, haggard face and delicate eyes, anyone who saw her would feel pity for her.

He had just opened his eyes, but his vision was still hazy. She saw Mo Ye Han sitting beside her. His black brows were slightly knitted, and on his handsome face was a familiar gentleness and doting expression. His eyes were filled with pity and reluctance.

”Ye Han …” These two words spilled out from Long Qian's pale lips. Then she got up from the bed. ”The black and white eyes were quickly filled with sparkling water.” Ye Han, is it really you? ”

Tears ran down her pale face and fell on her pointed chin. Long Qian stretched out her soft, boneless hand, and her pale lips opened slightly. Her eyes were filled with endless grief and longing.

However, the hand that stretched out in front of him abruptly stopped in midair.

”Shallow!” The black wind called out softly.

Long Qian Qian helplessly put her hand down. He pursed his lips, wiped the tears in his eyes, and self-deprecatingly smiled, ”Big brother.”

”Yes.” The pupils of the Black Night were pitch black, and it was difficult to discern any emotion within them. But in fact, there were too many emotions in those eyes that were responsible and complicated.

The man's handsome eyebrows creased slightly. What was going on? Wasn't it still fine before we came back? ”

”I …” Long Qian didn't say anything, but her tears flowed again.

”Mother Rong stood to the side and wiped away her tears.” He didn't know what was going on with Drifting Water. He was fine when he returned, he just went to look for Third Young Master, and when he returned … ”Sigh!”

”Mo Ye Chen?” Mo Yefeng frowned again.

”That's right!” Mother Rong nodded.

Long Qian sighed, but didn't say anything. It wasn't that she didn't want to explain, but that her heart was cold, cold, injured, and in pain … It made her lose all interest in anything!

Mo Yefeng's expression darkened. ”I'll go look for him tonight.”

Long Qian shut his eyes tiredly. With a deep sadness in his voice, he said, ”Big Brother, it doesn't matter if it's about Ye Chen.”

Mo Yefeng frowned, looking at her with gentle eyes.

Long Qian's nose sniffed and tears rolled down his cheeks. She raised her hand and gently wiped them. When he raised his eyebrows, Mo Yefeng handed him a handkerchief.

She hesitated.

”Wipe it.” Mo Yefeng's voice was as gentle as ever, like the spring wind caressing a person's face. Don't always touch your eyes with your hands, there are too many bacteria. ”

Long Qian's lips were pursed tightly as he thought back to when he first stepped into Clear Water Garden, and all the things that Mo Yefeng had done. Foolish brother treated her just as well as before. However, a foolish brother was no longer a foolish brother.

In those few years, Mo Yehan's influence had not been consolidated, and he was still no match for Guan Wumei. Mo Yefeng had no choice but to play the fool and let the spies at Clear Water Garden, as well as the spies hidden in the shadows, report this to Guan Wangmei.