The concubine is soft and delicate, making her the treacherous minister's white moonlight

Chapter 177 Unable to piece together complete memories

As Yuzhi spoke, she pretended to be aggrieved. Lin Mowan really didn't move. She knew that Lin Mowan always fell for this. She quickly got up, poured some water, tested the temperature, brought it over, carefully helped Lin Mowan up and fed her.

She was lying on the bed, feeling dizzy and her mind was churning. She seemed to remember something: she and Gongshu Beicheng were indeed not unrelated.

At least, she was once his hand, his secret guard, killing anyone he wanted her to kill. The last time was in Luohai, and the mission was to assassinate a noble who was on a cruise ship in Luohai.

As usual, she disguised herself as someone who could enter the venue, preferably an inconspicuous one, but one that was indispensable. In such occasions where the powerful and wealthy were having fun, the most indispensable thing was naturally the dancers who served with singing and dancing.

With the help of Gongshu Beicheng, she easily blended in, stood in the center of the stage, and danced to the music. It was not until she heard the people around her standing up to toast and calling the person in a high position "Your Majesty" that she realized that he was not an ordinary noble, but Gongshu Yanyu, the emperor of Darong Kingdom.

But it was too late. The sword hidden in the exploded flower ball had already flown out. She had to rush forward with the sword in hand. The result was predictable. She almost pierced Gongshu Yanyu's heart with the sword in her hand, but she was stopped by the imperial guards.

She almost subconsciously looked at the gentle man. He just sat there with a normal expression. She thought he would save her as usual, but there was only cold indifference in his eyes, as if they didn't know each other.

At that moment, she suddenly realized that he wanted her to die. He had thought so from the beginning, but why? She didn't understand it then, and she still hasn't figured it out now. Did she do something wrong?

She doesn't know, she doesn't remember...

The memories before and after began to become blurry again and could not be pieced together at all. She only vaguely remembered that she was running, pushing and shoving on the huge ship, it was very noisy, everyone was trying to grab her, she desperately moved everything that could be moved to resist the pursuers behind her, but she was still forced into a desperate situation, countless archers aimed at her.

The deep sea surface was surging with waves, and the cold sea water poured into her mouth and nose. When she was about to faint, she seemed to see a heavy object falling and coming quickly towards her. It seemed to be a person, but she couldn't see the person's face through the dark sea water. She only knew that they were getting farther and farther away, until the figure was dragged away by countless figures, and she sank into the water alone...

She suddenly woke up again, and the suffocation caused by the sea water seemed to have just begun. She swallowed her saliva, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably. It took her a while to recover from the confusion of being on the verge of death.

She didn't know how long she had slept. She only saw that it was now completely dark and the room was also dark. It was probably because Yuzhi didn't turn on the lights so that she could have a good rest.

She slowly raised her eyes and saw a figure sitting beside the bed. In a trance, Lin Mowan seemed to see the figure who jumped down, swam towards her desperately, but was pulled back.

Somehow, she was not a sentimental person, but at this moment, she couldn't help but feel a surge of bitterness, and the next moment, her eyes were covered with mist.

"What's wrong?" The figure in the darkness spoke slowly. It was Shen Weiyuan's voice, and the sadness that Lin Mowan had just been brewing was instantly swept away.

She admitted that before he spoke, she thought she was still in a dream, until Shen Weiyuan leaned forward slightly and approached her, and then with the dim light in the room, she could see his face clearly.

Although she calmed down, two tears still silently fell from the corners of her eyes. She shook her head, choking a little. His eyes were gentler than ever before.

He held her hand, seeming a little nervous. Lin Mowan remained silent and struggled to get up. He quickly reached out and pulled a soft pillow for her to lean on. He held her hand and asked softly, "Does your head still hurt?"

Perhaps his voice was too gentle. Even though there was no moonlight tonight, he seemed to be bathed in a soft halo that Lin Mowan had cast on him. He carefully tucked in the corners of her back.

Lin Mowan looked at him for a long time without reacting, until he raised his head and his eyes met hers, she came back to her senses, shook her head, and said in a hoarse voice: "It doesn't hurt anymore." He seemed to be relieved, nodded repeatedly, and held her hand that was still a little hot after the fever just subsided, lowered his head, and said in a choked voice, "I'm sorry."

Lin Mowan was stunned, and there was a hint of confusion in her eyes when she looked at him, but he paused for a moment and continued, "I shouldn't have quarreled with you, and I shouldn't have let you come back alone. I'm sorry."

As he spoke, his voice couldn't help but choke up with sobs. When he thought of her lying among a pile of dead bodies, he couldn't help but feel scared. At that moment, face didn't matter anymore. He just wanted her to be safe.

Lin Mowan looked at him. It was the first time she saw him being so humble. She felt a little uncomfortable. She didn't know how to comfort him. After thinking for a long time, she said, "It's not that serious."

In fact, in her heart, she never felt that the two of them were equal, and he never needed to apologize. In this era, people valued being well-matched. The only person who could make Shen Weiyuan coax her in such a low voice could only be the future Second Madam Shen, whose family was equal to his.

She forced a smile, intending to tell him that it was okay, as she didn't want his true love anyway.

But is it really not for her? Was she saying this to him, or was she warning herself? She couldn't tell.

As if he saw the doubts in her heart, Shen Weiyuan's eyes flashed with pain, and he held her hand tightly again. He wanted to say something, but Lin Mowan took the lead and said, "I mean, it doesn't matter."

She has always done a good job in restraining herself.

Shen Weiyuan looked at her, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Lin Mowan lowered her eyes and silently pulled away her hand.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the house was in a stalemate. The wind outside was blowing hard, carrying snowflakes that hit the doors and windows.

After a long while, Lin Mowan took the initiative to say, "I heard that the Second Master is getting married? I didn't have time to ask before."

She tried her best to make her voice sound less sad, but after she finished speaking, her eyes couldn't help but become sore.

Shen Weiyuan was stunned and wanted to refute with trembling lips, but the matter was already known to everyone. It seemed that he and Song Anrong were destined to be together. He suddenly felt deeply powerless and didn't know what to say to make her believe him.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Lin Mowan calmed herself down and continued, "So, let's end this relationship. You don't want the future Second Madam Shen to be unhappy after confirming my existence."

As she spoke, she tried her best to look away from him, but the inexplicable pain in her heart still made her tears flow. Shen Weiyuan looked at her, clenched his teeth, and his eyes were filled with tears.

He was silent for a moment, then asked, "Do you think so yourself, or did someone tell you to say so?"

"No one else."

She understood what he meant. He was probably afraid that she would be threatened, so he asked this. But there was no one, really no one. She just didn't want to continue.