She wanted to catch up and tell him, but even if he knew his father's intention, he still wanted to save people. She couldn't stop him.

Moreover, he knew his father's intention and would not let him go in the future.

She was afraid that he knew that his father had hurt him and would not talk to her again. She kept it secret and didn't catch up with him.

She only thought that she would marry him after all. When he came back, she would treat him well after she married him. Even if she was a slave to him, she would repay her father for what she had done to him.

But unexpectedly, this is the beginning of his nightmare.

As expected, he was late and had no chance to save his sister and other Mohist people.

He and Mo Qing were forced to lay down their arms and be slaughtered, but only to watch his sister die at his feet.

Although she didn't mean it, she did harm to him

She was so sorry that she could not let him come back.

She hated herself and could not forgive herself. She wanted to die.

Unexpectedly, he came back alive.

His father saw zhuoran and Moqing come back alive, and took her away at night.

She didn't want to leave, but her father said that there were so many Mohist people dead, but their father and daughter were alive. They would be angry with them. They suspected that they were insiders and would kill them. They should avoid the limelight and come back after finding out the truth.

She believed her father and left Mohism with him.

When she came to Seoul this time, she just wanted to find him, thinking that after so many years, everything should be light.

However, at this time, looking at his merciless eyes, we know what is despair.

He used to be cold-blooded and didn't like to talk and laugh, but when he saw her occasionally, he would not refuse her thousands of miles away.

But just now, he didn't even look at her, and he didn't hide his hatred.

Bi Ying sat on the ground and cried for a long time. Then she got up and got on the bus. She left the ruins that buried dozens of Mohist people.

*****

the next day, Yu Fei heard someone knocking at the door.

Zhuo ran!

Yu Fei's face immediately appeared a smile, immediately looked up to the door.

The door of the ward opened, and only Mo Qing came in.

Yu Fei greets Mo Qing and looks behind him, but he doesn't see Zhuo ran. The smile at the corner of his mouth is slightly frozen. Although he smiles again, the smile is obviously bitter.

Gu Xiaoran looked at Yu Fei's expression, and he felt an unspeakable taste in his heart.

"Where's my little uncle?"

"He has something to do. He can't come." Mo Qing looks at Yu Fei, "is it better?"

"Much better." Yu Fei's anesthetic had already passed, and it hurt so much when he moved. He forced himself to bear the pain and laughed.

"Wang Ma stewed fish soup." Mo Qing put the heat preservation bucket on the table.

Gu Xiaoran immediately went to help Yu Fei sit up, then opened the heat preservation bucket and filled a bowl of fish soup.

Yu Fei had no appetite, but she didn't eat the soup that the Mohist young master had brought herself. She was too unkind to drink the soup.

"King, look after my aunt for me."

"Good."

Gu Xiaoran took the opportunity to wash the dishes and quietly called Zhuo ran.

Zhuo ran got on the phone and said, "Hello!"

"Little uncle, it's me, little ran."

"I know."

"Busy?"

"Well."

Gu Xiaoran bit his lip and found Han Jinbiao, but his plan changed. He was busy to relocate.

She knew that she shouldn't bother him at this time, but she couldn't help thinking of her aunt's sad appearance.

"My aunt..."

"How is she?" Zhuo ran took a deep breath.

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