"Hey—don't run—"

In the next second, Han Xiaotu chased the windmill and walked towards the lake.

At this time, Mo Yichen, who was answering the phone just now, noticed that Han Xiaotu was no longer around him, but wherever he looked, he saw Han Xiaotu who was getting closer and closer to the lake.

The other end of the phone was still talking about something, but Mo Yichen was already stunned at Han Xiaotu, and his green eyes suddenly tightened.

Because a windmill had been blown to the edge of the lake, and was drifting towards the middle of the lake along the rhythm of the lake water, Han Xiaotu stepped into the edge of the water anxiously, wanting to reach out to pick it up.

"what--"

But soon, Han Xiaotu felt that he was being hugged around the waist, and not long after, he was hugged and left the lake.

When returning to the original lawn, Han Xiaotu was finally put down by the other party and stood still on the ground.

Not knowing why, Han Xiaotu raised her head, and when she saw Mo Yichen, she was about to yell at you for what the hell, but found that Mo Yichen's green eyes, which were always full of playfulness and laziness, were extraordinarily strange at this moment. nervous.

"..." Han Xiaotu was a little stunned, but just stood there blankly looking at Mo Yichen.

"Han Xiaotu, don't go near the water casually in the future!"

Mo Yichen spoke suddenly, that kind of nervous and angry tone had never come out of Mo Yichen's mouth before.

"Er—I—I see—"

Not knowing why Mo Yichen's expression was so serious at the moment, Han Xiaotu just nodded obediently.

As for why she was picked up by Mo Yichen and left the lake in such a hurry, she didn't dare to ask.

On the way back, Mo Yichen held Han Xiaotu's hand tightly all the way, but the temperature in his palm was icy cold.

Han Xiaotu just looked at Mo Yichen's handsome side face silently, but found that Mo Yichen didn't know what he was thinking at that time, and the expression on his face was a sense of loss and sadness that he had never seen before.

After going back to have dinner, Mo Yichen went back to his room uncharacteristically and quietly.

After washing the dishes, Han Xiaotu went upstairs to knock on Mo Yichen's door to ask him to eat some fruit, but no one answered after knocking for a long time.

Probably the young master lost his temper and ignored people, Han Xiaotu didn't care, so he didn't call him again.

In the evening, Han Xiaotu got up to go to the bathroom, and when passing by Mo Yichen's room, she heard him saying something alone, because she stopped and listened carefully for a while out of curiosity, and realized that Mo Yichen was talking daydream.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sister, I'm sorry—"

"Forgive me, okay?"

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault, sister, don't die!"

I don't know what kind of dream Mo Yichen was having, but Han Xiaotu was startled by his never-before-seen flustered tone.

Mo Yichen...is he alright?

"Don't! Don't die!"

Finally, at the moment when Mo Yichen's scream broke out, Han Xiaotu unconsciously pushed open his unlocked door and rushed in hastily.

"Mo Yichen, are you alright?"

Han Xiaotu nervously walked to Mo Yichen's bedside. At this time, Mo Yichen was still asleep, but there were already big beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

What worried Han Xiaotu even more was that crystal clear tears kept rolling down from the corners of Mo Yichen's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, I'm sorry!"

"I beg you—forgive me, please! Forgive me!"

While crying, Mo Yichen was still chanting words. Han Xiaotu had never seen such an uncontrollable and sad Mo Yichen, and was at a loss for a while.

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