Falling in love with the wrong person at the wrong time, not only for Mo Huaichen, but also for many people in Fangcao.
He looked at Yun Wuxin, and Yun Wuxin looked at him, as if looking at another person through him. Perhaps because of this, this relationship is impure and unequal, and has no ending.
"Yun Wuxin, Mo Huaichen."
Under the sword light, for the first time, he saw Yun Wuxin, who had been dull all his life, shed tears.
Early spring in February and snow in early December are their four short seasons.
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When Chun Zheng was tired, Yun Wuxin looked at his brother's relics, his eyes as cold as ice.
"This is the new escort."
Mo Huaichen raised his eyes and looked at him. His calmness suddenly became more unnoticeable.
He looked at Yun Wuxin's back and was stunned for the first time.
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Yun Liuliu liked sophora flower cake, but Mo Huaichen thought it was too sweet.
That day on the outskirts, he stopped for a long time in front of a vendor selling locust cakes. "Yun Wuxin, I want to eat sophora flower cake."
Yun Wuxin suddenly felt that they were too similar, and he was suddenly reluctant to do anything.
"Yun Wuxin, do you love me because you love me, or because I look too much like him?"
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"You love her, why don't you keep her."
"We have no control over this world, so letting her go is the best outcome."
When Mo Huaichen listened to his old friend's words, what he was thinking about was Yun Wuxin.
Enemies turned into lovers, he expected and worried at the same time.
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It was cold and windy in the suburbs in December.
The story deviates here and should end here.
"Yun Wuxin, why don't you take action." What are you waiting for?
"Waiting for you to tell me everything."
"Yun Wuxin, actually I don't like sophora flower cakes."
The sword light flashed, startling the grass in the sky.
Snow fell without warning at the beginning of December, in the cool night.
That was their last season.
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"Mo Huaichen, let me love you openly in the next life."
The younger brother controls the cold assassin × the calm and scheming young master
Intention: There is too much helplessness in this world, and fate is ruthless. I look at you and there is no trace of me along the way. If the grass never rests, we can walk across the sky and watch the clouds roll in and rise.