"Miss, you can't go outside anymore." A maid said anxiously, but she didn't dare to stop her.

"It's a nice weaer outside, noing will happen to you. If you blame me, sir, I will bear e burden for you."

Qiu Mo has been recuperating in e house ese days, and Qiu Mo feels at she is almost turning into wood. Except for Ye Hen who comes to see her every day, Zi Yang takes care of her extremely attentively.

She still didn't talk too much to Ye Hen. He always asked and answered her questions. It wasn't until she finally felt tired and sleepy at he reluctantly left.

Zi Yang said at her body was weak, so he ordered people to buy a large amount of precious and rare supplements, and asked Zi Yang to watch her eat em every day.

After eating like is for a few days, my originally pale complexion gradually returned to rosy, but my heart was still riddled wi holes and could not be healed.

The sunshine outside was just right, falling in tiny pieces on e maple leaf forest. She was wearing a cotton pajamas undernea and a light pink sweater wi a cardigan outside. She was walking slowly along e tree-lined pa, and e maid was always ere.

Followed behind.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Qiu Mo turned around and said to e maid: "Go back first, don't follow me all e time."

The maid hurriedly said respectfully: "Sir, I told you to take care of your body at all times."

"I know my body well, and I won't go far." Qiu Mo looked at her wi firm eyes. Alough e maid usually ought she was a gentle and quiet person, she still felt upset when she really saw her looking at people wi at look.

She was scared, so she quickly lowered her head and said, "Miss, if anying happens, just call out and I'll be right over."

"Well, you go and do your work." Qiu Mo nodded towards her and continued walking forward.

The swing at Ye Hen had tied up for her was hanging alone on e tree pole. Qiu Mo walked over and pushed it gently wi her hand. Watching e swing start to swing, her face was stained wi sadness.

She didn't dare to swing on e swing by herself yet, as e wound still hurt whenever it was pulled, so she could only sit on it, holding e ropes on bo sides wi bo hands, not daring to leave her feet off e ground, and swayed slowly.

The warm sun seeps into e blood from e skin, and e warm flows to e limbs and bones.

She didn't know what she was inking when she suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind, stepping on e fallen leaves steadily and forcefully.

Her heart suddenly beat wildly, almost bursting out of her chest.

She didn't need to see him, she could identify him just by e sound of his footsteps.

How could it be? She ought at she had done a great job, enough for him to give up; she ought at she might never see him again in is life, but why, he came.

Feeling e stiffness coming from her body, Qiu Mo slowly turned her head from e swing.

The sunlight cast a faint shadow on e red maple leaves.

He blocked a patch of light and was handsome and tall.

Is is person who is slowly walking over really Leng Xiao?

He was more like a soldier who had just stepped off e battlefield, wi wounds all over his body.

He didn't know where his coat was rown, and he was only wearing a white shirt, wi e sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong and strong forearms.

His black trousers and leaer boots were splattered wi mud, and his white shirt was even more dirty.

He was limping a little when he walked, possibly because of an injury to his leg.

There were many scratches on his face, and some of e wounds were still stained wi mud.

Even in such a miserable state, ose eyes were still as deep black as if ey were dipped in ink, wi a faint glow of colorful light.

One of his hands has been placed in e shirt on his chest, as if he is covering his chest, or as if he is hiding someing.

Qiu Mo had never seen him look like is before, as if he had just climbed out of a pile of mud.

The circle of blue under his eyes obviously meant at he hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time, and e slightly protruding cheekbones made him look even inner.

Qiu Mo sat ere as if she were petrified, feeling distressed and not knowing what to do. She wanted to rush over and hug him, en kiss him and ask him what was wrong?

But her body seemed to be frozen, and she could only watch him getting closer and closer.

He seemed to have spent a lot of effort to walk to her, and en looked at him from top to bottom. A smile appeared on e corners of his in and sexy lips. This smile instantly melted e sunlight and dyed e autumn leaves red, like gold.

Dazzling.

"Momo." He called her name softly.

Qiu Mo finally raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, trying to see him more clearly. She was in such a daze at it was unreal, for fear at she would meet him in a dream.

"Momo, what do you ink I brought you?" He slowly took out e hand at had been on his chest, and a magnolia flower at had long since wiered seemed to be attached to his hand as if it had come to life.

between fingers.

"Mulan?" Qiu Mo blurted out in surprise.

He nodded, wi a ick smile in his eyes, "Momo, have you ever heard of e legend of e Moon Tree?"

The legend of e Yue Laoshu is a story circulated in Qiu Mo’s former school A. It is said at a junior girl fell in love wi a boy in e same grade. The two were very close, but e boy was killed by a sudden earquake.

Missing, e girl was heartbroken and could not sleep at night. In order to let her get out of e shadow of pain as soon as possible, her family took her to Taihang Mountain to relax.

That night, e girl couldn't sleep, so she went up e mountain to admire e moon alone, but unexpectedly saw white magnolia flowers and a red read on a tree.

The girl put e magnolia flowers in her bun and went back happily, only to be told e next day at her boyfriend had been found. He was not dead, but had a broken leg.

The girl married e boy wiout hesitation and en took care of him for e rest of her life.

This legend is only spread in A. It is said at whoever finds e Yuelao tree can stay wi his beloved until old age by pinning e flower in his lover's hair bun.

Li Xiang was a student at University A, so she knew about is legend, and it was she who told Leng Xiao.

"This magnolia..." Qiu Mo felt a strong sourness rising in her nose. She pointed at e wiered flower in Leng Xiao's hand in disbelief... "Is is from e Taihang Mountains?...

"

Leng Xiao nodded and slowly stretched his hand towards her bun: "Momo, do you know? What was I inking when I saw e white flowers blooming on e Yuelao tree? I was inking, even God

Everyone came to take pity on me and didn’t want me to lose you, so he gave me a chance. I like you for a long time. I have been waiting for you for a long time. I have loved you deeply for a long time. Now, I want to double it.

Keep you, attract you twice as much, keep you by my side, longer an a long, long time, do you agree, cup cup?"

The last two words seemed to drain away all Qiu Mo's consciousness, leaving only clear chaos in her brain.

Cup cup, what did he call himself?

He...he remembered?

Qiu Mo felt her fingertips tremble, and tears instantly filled her eyes. Her black and white eyes reflected his smiling face.

Her body was shaking unconsciously, as if she was scared or excited.

It turned out at he was in is state because he ran to e Taihang Mountains. In order to find e legendary Yuelao Tree for her, he was covered in scars. Only is flower was not damaged except for natural wiering. He carefully wrapped it all e way.

It, protect it.

Her tears finally couldn't help but fall down, and big drops fell on e maple leaves, making a tiny pitter-patter sound.

He called her Cup, and he finally remembered at autumn day, when ey were living togeer in a small wooden house. She looked at him and said seriously: "If ere is only one Cup and one fish, who will you choose?"

He replied wiout hesitation: "Cup cup."

Why don't I call you Cup, and you call me Cup, so at we can separate Cup and Cup.

Going around and around, back and for, ey are continuing e cup again.

Thousands of emotions filled my heart, but ey could not eliminate e helpless sadness.

She was cruel and finally waved away his hand in her hair. He obviously didn't expect at as soon as his hand was loosened, e magnolia fell on e dead leaves like a butterfly wi broken wings, dazzlingly white and haggard.

shocking.

She turned her head away, her black hair blocking her small face, her in voice came from her roat, and a cloud covered e sun above her head.

"Leng Xiao, why do you boer to do ese boring ings? What about e Yuelao Tree? It's just a ridiculous legend. Only teenagers will believe it. You and I are bo past at age. No matter what you do,

You can never change e fact at I don't love you, I love Ye Hen."

Leng Xiao looked at her and felt at e leaves in front of him seemed to be floating, and ere was only a sharp whistling sound in his ears, one after anoer, hitting e sky and covering e ear.

He traveled around e mountains and ravines for her, risking life and dea, just to get a legendary magnolia flower. In e end, she only said ese few words to him.

He still held her in shoulders wiout giving up, and his voice seemed humble and pleading: "You secretly modified e gun, so you dared to shoot me, right?"

He didn't believe at e shot was just a miss. If she wasn't absolutely sure, she wouldn't have shot him. He had seen her dismantling e gun freely when he was in Iceland. How could he believe at it was a miss?

?

She lowered her head wi a sad look on her face, listening to his helpless pleas like a child, and while waiting for him, she said e cruelest words in e saddest tone: "Leng Xiao, how long will you continue to be so sentimental?

I missed e shot because I was also injured and I couldn't exert any streng at all and couldn't aim accurately."

She opened e cloes on her chest and let him see her wound which was bandaged wi gauze.

His gaze stayed ere for a long time, and his heart shrank as if it was being tightened, twitching wi severe pain in e deepest part.

He stood ere, his hands curled into fists beside her soft-shaped ears, and his nails dug deeply into his palms, but he had no idea what stupid ings he had done. He was so stupid, so stupid.

Laughter overflowed from his chest little by little, until he laughed out loud.

When he woke up from e mudslide, he unexpectedly remembered what happened six years ago. She sat on e shabby bed, and he lowered his head and kissed her.

She said, Juju...

What's e use of remembering it? It's better to forget it completely.
Chapter completed!