The palms were full of bone-chilling coldness, but Mo Qingchen didn't care at all. He only focused on Su Yunran's pale face, conveying the temperature from his palm to the silent woman.

His Aran.

The woman stood on the other side of the ice bed, her face moved slightly, and she whispered: "Yun Ran has been sleeping for a long time."

"Mo Qingchen, do you know how much Yun Ran did for you?"

Mo Qingchen raised his head and looked at the woman with seriousness and stubbornness, but he lowered his voice slightly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the quiet and sleeping beauty.

"You say it, I want to listen."

After saying that, Mo Qingchen frowned slightly, and a strong disgust appeared on his face: "You can change back to your original appearance first, don't press against A Ran's face."

The woman frowned and asked in confusion: "Why?"

Mo Qingchen glanced at the woman lightly and calmly said three words: "You are not worthy."

The woman's mouth couldn't help but twitch. She turned her head and hummed softly. Then, she raised her hand, her spiritual power surged, and her body gradually became illusory.

After calming down, Mo Qingchen raised his eyes and said lightly: "It turns out to be a spiritual body."

"My name is Qingqiong."

Qingqiong ignored the obvious disgust on Mo Qingchen's face, and just floated to Su Yunran's side, raised his hand to pick up a small flower, carefully inserted it into Su Yunran's hair, and said lightly: "It was Yunran who helped me restore my freedom and rescued me from the forbidden area."

"Forbidden area?"

A bad premonition suddenly arose in Mo Qingchen's heart, and a wave of chills rose from his back.

"Yes."

Qingqiong nodded, slowly raised his head, looked at Mo Qingchen's surprised face calmly, and suddenly a smile appeared inexplicably, and said in a weird tone: "The forbidden area of ​​the Eastern Dynasty Palace."

"You have been imprisoned and you have a curse seal."

"In order to help you get rid of it, Yun Ran went there and took Sang Dongcao for you."

As he said that, Qingqiong chuckled inexplicably and said softly: "I used illusion to confuse her and wanted her to give up, but she saw it through."

"She helped me lift the ban on me and allowed me to restore my freedom."

"Mo Qingchen, do you know?"

Qingqiong paused and quickly floated in front of Mo Qingchen, looking directly at his eyes with a substantial sharp feeling.

"Sang Dongcao is protected by the laws of heaven and earth in the secret realm deep in the forbidden area."

"Do you know the laws of heaven and earth?"

Qingqiong retreated a little, raised his illusory fingers slightly, pointing at Su Yunran in the silence, and his voice lowered slightly.

"Yun Ran used his flesh and blood to fight against the laws of heaven and earth just for that Sang Dongcao."

"And all this is just for you."

Qingqiong narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint confusion appeared on his face, and his voice was much lowered, with a little ethereal meaning.

"I advised her so much, but she didn't give up."

"That's so stupid."

After the words came, Qingqiong pulled his lips, showing a complicated smile, and his slightly tender face was full of confusion.

Mo Qingchen lowered his eyebrows, curled away the trembling light in his eyes, and gently tapped Su Yunran's small nose with his trembling hands. His voice was subtle and trembling.

"Aran"

It seemed that he had a pair of big hands, constantly pulling his heart, ripping him into pain until he couldn't breathe. The extreme chill wrapped himself everywhere and drowned himself at an extremely fast speed.

The whole world fell silent, and all the sounds, all the scenes, and all the temperature were completely isolated from Mo Qingchen.

Only the woman who was sleeping quietly in front of her was left, with a weak breath and pure white clothes.

I still remember the gentle and gentle call when he was trapped in the illusion, the soft and cold little hands pressed on his hands, and the cold and weak body in his arms.

The blood-stained face, the countless hideous wounds.

So embarrassed, dying, completely lost the agility and vitality of the past.

Just leaning quietly in my arms, only the coldness is left.

That's Aran.

It's A Ran in his heart.

A woman who should have been so beautiful and peaceful was so tragic.

It's all because of him.

Mo Qingchen bit his lower lip tightly, his eyes trembled and his eyes turned red. He shook his body, stabilized his body in time, and slightly calmed down his messy mood.

He didn't care that Qingqiong was present, Mo Qingchen leaned over slightly, and his thin lips were solemnly imprinted on Su Yunran's eyebrows, with a force that could not be ignored.

A cold breath came to my face, and Mo Qingchen felt distressed in his heart. He gently kissed Su Yunran's cold face, and the scorching breath spread on the beauty's pale face.

The big hand with clear joints held Su Yunran's slender and pale hand tightly. Mo Qingchen buried his head in Su Yunran's thin shoulders, attached to her ears, and spoke softly, with deep affection, affectionate and tenderness.

"A Ran, Qingchen is here to accompany you."

"In this life, Qingchen will definitely not let you down."

He held the little hand in his palm tightly and gently pressed it on his warm chest. Mo Qingchen slightly closed his eyebrows, and every word was sonorous, as if he was saying a vow in his eyes, with a serious expression and extremely pious.

"There is only Aran in Qingchen's heart."

"Never change."

The clear and crystal water dripping, splashing layers of ripples on the calm ice lake, blurring the reflection on it, but it never blurred Mo Qingchen's words.

The sonorous and clear words pass through the rushing coldness, through the bitter cold wind, through the sun, moon and stars, quietly land in the depths of time, quietly taking root and sprouting.

It seemed like a quiet old man, quietly watching the years between Mo Qingchen and Su Yunran.

That is the only one who belongs to Mo Qingchen and Su Yunran, the quiet and beautiful times and the beautiful years.

Many years later, when things change and people go away, these words are always quiet in a corner of time, fresh and warm, and exuding an elegant fragrance.

Mo Qingchen's voice echoed above the ice lake, solemn and pious.

Su Yunran was still lying quietly on the ice bed, with a pale complexion and a light breathing.

Nothing was heard.

Qingqiong looked at this scene calmly, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes. He slowly stretched out his hand, stroked his heart, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, as if he was in deep thought.

Suddenly, Qingqiong was shocked and raised his hand quickly. As his spiritual power was activated, he had already turned into Su Yunran's appearance.

"Someone is coming, I'll deal with it."

Qingqiong leaned his head, looked at Mo Qingchen who was still immersed in the world of himself and Su Yunran, and whispered: "You just stay here and accompany Yunran with peace of mind."

"Yun Ran has used medicine. The cold air here is beneficial to her recovery. You just need to wait for her to wake up from injury, and you don't need to worry too much."

After saying that, Qingqiong raised his eyes again, looked at Su Yunran on the ice bed deeply, took a deep breath, turned around without hesitation, and left.

The wide hem of clothes brushed across the cold lake, crossing the bleak arc, and the chill was bursting.

The barrier opened and closed, but in just a moment, the whole space became quiet, leaving only the sound of dripping water.

Mo Qingchen didn't say anything, his eyes were full of love and heartache. His trembling hands gently hooked the black hair on Su Yunran's cheek behind his ears, and his movements were gentle.

It's really cold here, and even he feels uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!