Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 930: The pit is 172 meters deep
Tatamin's eyes were dark, but he smiled.

"Then why don't you trust me again?"

"Because I suddenly don't believe that anyone will sincerely be my friend..."

"But I didn't want to be your friend?"

"This is your brilliance." Mo Jiu didn't look at her, his mind was a little confused, but his reason was clearer than ever, "You must have a deep understanding of my personality, and know that I will not open to others casually. Heart, so, for me, it is the best way to communicate with each other lightly and slowly."

When she was talking, Tatamin didn't interrupt or refute, but slowly filled the white jade cup on the table with a glass of water, and after Mo Jiu finished speaking, he slowly handed it over, "We'll talk after drinking some water."

Mo Jiu didn't take her water, but his eyes sharpened slightly.

"Get out! Don't force me to kick people out!"

Tatamin's hand holding the cup froze in the air for a while, and suddenly lowered his arm, "If I say I don't, you won't believe me. Although...they asked me to do it, my feelings for you are not completely Fake."

"Emotions, what kind of feelings can there be in just a few days? Don't be funny!"

Once Mo Jiu doubts life, she will doubt everything.She swished and sneered, put her hands behind her neck, and said lazily: "Come on, I can't stand your kindness. You people always like to add some high-sounding reasons to your dark goals, I made up so much that even I believed it..."

Tatamin narrowed his eyes slightly.

Mo Jiu on the couch was a little different from usual. This sentence was talking about her, but it was clearly not just about her. It seemed that she was just expressing some grievances in her heart through "her".

"Who offended you?" She guessed, "Xiao Liulang? Or that woman?"

Tatamin knew about Wen Jingshu's stay in the camp.

Seeing Mo Jiu rolled her eyes and said nothing, she smiled after thinking about it, "You can be content, Xiao Liulang treats you better than any man I have ever met. We women, no matter how strong we are, it is difficult for us women to compete with men in this world. Evenly divided. This is fate. Mo Jiu, accept your fate!"

Accept fate?

Mo Jiu never accepts fate.

So what if she is about to share the same status with the man?
If she can't distinguish the autumn colors, she would rather lose spring, summer, autumn and winter.

What is the use of a man who is not single-minded?She would rather be alone.

During the Shangyuan Festival this year, the cold wind raged and the snow fell heavily.

From nightfall, the Nanrong Day Camp is decorated with lanterns and festoons, creating a cheerful and peaceful atmosphere.Following the customs left by their ancestors, the soldiers in the camp also had a lot of fun.Setting up sacrificial tables, offering offerings, admiring lanterns, guessing lantern riddles, and eating Lantern Festival, nothing was left behind.

The Lantern Festival made on the stove was brought by Meier to Mo Jiu's tent.

Mo Jiu hadn't been out since yesterday, and she didn't do anything except eat and sleep, and she didn't even wash up.No matter who asked her, she would just say: It's cold outside, I don't want to move.

Mei'er didn't know exactly what happened.But she was looking forward to Xiao Qian coming to coax her girl, as long as he was there, Mei'er believed that Mo Jiu would be happy again easily.However, since Xiao Qian saw the old man Lu Ji yesterday, he has taken good care of the old man and never left his side. He seemed to have completely forgotten about the Lantern Festival and the existence of Mo Jiu.

"Girl, you should eat something at least."

Mei'er knelt by her couch, blew the glutinous rice balls cold, and wanted to feed her.

(End of this chapter)