Translator: TheWhiteBook
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The little fatty dared not to believe, “But he is our enemy, Mother.”
Bai Weiwei was silent for a long time, only to sigh: “In the beginning we were wrong. I don’t have much time, and I still will not forgive him in these last days, but…”
She paused before she finally said with relief, “But I’ll always like him.”
Didn’t forgive him for killing so many people and exterminating the Bai family.
But while she wouldn’t forgive him, she would still be passionately devoted to his heart.
This was what Mu Yanjun heard, his face was covered in rain, and he was cold.
But his heart was hot.
Even if she didn’t forgive him for the bad things he’s done, at least she still had him in her heart.
For Mu Yanjun, that was enough to make him grateful.
Bai Weiwei pacified the little fatty and let people send him out.
It was raining harder outside.
Mu Yanjun saw the little Emperor had left. Then could not help but go push the door in to see her.
Bai Weiwei lifted her eyes to glance at him, then expressionlessly bowed her head again.
Mu Yanjun’s mood was much better, at least she still liked him, didn’t she?
“I’ll find you the medicine, hemoptysis is hard to treat, but I’ve received information that there’s a divine doctor living there on the eastern snow mountains, and he’s the one who’s best at treating this…”
As he spoke softly, Bai Weiwei suddenly raised her head towards him.
Mu Yanjun only felt that her eyes were particularly soft, gentle to the point his heart was warm and toasty.
Bai Weiwei observed him for a while, before whispering: “It seems.”
Mu Yanjun’s eyes flashed a hint of doubt.
Finally continuing as though she were speaking to herself, “The way you speak now, it’s like…”
She didn’t say any more, but the mindful thoughts of Mu Yanjun guessed.
His heart slowly cooled down, “What’s it like?”
Bai Weiwei was silent, her lips were slightly lowered.
Mu Yanjun smiled chillingly, “Like Jun Buyan.”
Bai Weiwei heard the name, and indeed began to uncontrollably tremble.
Mu Yanjun suddenly understood.
“Just now you said to the little Emperor, you still like me. In fact, the person you like is Jun Buyan, right?”
Bai Weiwei was eager to retort, “No, I…”
She seemed to try to start to argue several times, but in the end, under Mu Yanjun’s eyes that expected to see her final despair, she was silenced.
What else was there for Mu Yanjun to understand.
His fist shook and he couldn’t wait to smash the whole house.
But when he saw her sitting on the bed, fragile and thin. Facing the worry that she would become ill again, he dared not to be angry.
He quickly turned, “Give me a good luck gift, I’m going back to the eastern snow mountains these coming days to invite the doctor.”
Bai Weiwei said quietly: “I don’t have much time. These last days, can’t you stay?”
If she said that because she liked him, he didn’t know how happy he would be.
But was she talking to him?
She was talking to Jun Buyan.
Mu Yanjun finally couldn’t bear it, his voice indifferent and analytic, “Why, do you want me to put on the Jun Buyan mask again to accompany you?”
Bai Weiwei’s expression was hard to look at, “Is that what you think?”
What else would he think?
Mu Yanjun’s anger attacked his rationality, but he could only suppress it. He could not lose his temper with her, her body couldn’t withstand it.
“I’ll be back as soon as possible.”
When he stepped out of the house, Mu Yanjun said so.
Then he seemed to think of something, and looked back. He saw a touch of the feelings that could not be put away in Bai Weiwei’s eyes.
