Su Ruotang smiled until her tears soaked her veil.
She stopped laughing and raised her hand to wipe the tears from her eyes, "Su Yi, she won't forgive you even if you die."
"She wishes she would never meet you again in the rest of her life."
"Ten years ago, she was a child loved by her mother and loved by her brother."
"After my mother died, she was worse than an orphan! She would rather never have had you three sworn brothers!"
"No stranger would hurt her, but as brothers, you hurt her completely."
"Tell me, how can you, who is so dirty, have the right to ask for her forgiveness?"
"How dare you ask for my forgiveness?"
Su Ruotang looked at her for a while and me for a while.
Qing Wan was a little confused after hearing this.
Su Yi understood.
Tears fell from his eyes one drop at a time.
His heart seemed to be squeezed tightly by a big hand, and the pain made him almost unable to breathe.
Su Ruotang looked at Su Yi calmly: "Su Yi, it's not that I don't want to forgive you, it's that I have no qualifications and no reason to forgive you."
After saying that, she turned and left.
The elegant skirt drew a slight arc in the night.
The fragrant and sweet crabapple fragrance was tinged with bitterness at this moment.
The moment she turned around, Su Yi knelt on the ground.
The dignified eight-foot-tall man who once had his ribs broken without shedding a single tear now covered his face and cried like a lost child.
Walking out of the alley, a clear and elegant figure came in the moonlight.
The cold moonlight fell on the bluestone pavement, reflecting behind the man, like an eternal ink painting slowly unfolding.
All the hustle and bustle around you has become the background,
Su Ruotang ran into Mo Rongyan's loving and deep eyes, and the swelling in her heart suddenly disappeared.
She told Su Yi about the original owner's grievances.
As she said, she was not the original owner and had no qualifications or reason to forgive Su Yi.
But she knew that the original owner would not forgive Su Yi.
The corners of Su Ruotang's lips curved into a warm arc, and she held up her skirt and ran towards the man who was walking on the moon.
Mo Ronyan opened his arms and steadily caught the little Haitang who was running towards him.
The man's slender and strong arms hugged the girl's slender waist.
The elegant skirt is entangled with the cloud-white robe, and the ink hair is flying.
"Are you tired? Go home and rest?"
Su Ruotang held Mo Ronyan's hand and rested her head on his arm, "I want to go shopping."
Mo Ronyan's clear voice contained endearment: "Last time I said the clay figure was not ready, do you want to go now?"
"OK."
Su Yi raised his eyes, looked at the two figures walking away together, and couldn't bear to look away for a long time.
After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes and let his consciousness fall into darkness along with the boy's exclamation.
In the bustling market, children are playing and people are smiling.
Several couples were sitting next to the stall where they were making clay figurines, and they all listened humbly to the old man's teachings.
After half a cup of tea.
"Ah, Mo Ronyan, my head fell off!"
"Quickly! Catch your hand, it fell again!"
"The waist is broken, the waist is broken!"
"..."
The girl’s exclamations continued.
There was a man's low laughter in the package.
Mo Rongyan gently flicked her smooth forehead with his fingers, and his tone was full of endearment, "Third Princess, do you like the little cat?"
Su Ruotang blinked, his white fingertips covered with flour, "Tabby cat?"
Mo Ronyan took a little rouge on her fingertips and placed it between her eyebrows, "You look like a little cat now."
After the sound fell, he shook his wrist.
The little jade cat hanging from the wrist is flowing with smart purple light.
"Like it."
Su Ruotang wrinkled her small nose.
Looking at the man's clean face, a smirk flashed across his black and white eyes.
She suddenly stretched out her hand, threw away the things in her hand, held the man's face in her hands, and said with a smile, "I want to spend the flowers together."
The girl's beautiful eyebrows were filled with smiles.
The silver bell-like laughter spread with the cool breeze.
On the bridge, Su Shao suddenly stopped.
Qing Lan followed her line of sight and looked over.
Then, he snorted softly, "This woman is very scheming and always frames Sister Yao. Second brother, don't be like the eldest brother and be deceived by her appearance."
Su Shao looked at the girl's bright and smiling face and was stunned.
Is a girl with such a bright smile really very scheming?
Xia Lan dragged Su Shao towards the drug store: "Brother is covered in injuries because of her. Do you think she really regards you as her brother?"
Su Shao's expression changed slightly after hearing this.
The wavering in my heart disappeared instantly.
Yes, Yao'er was tired and sick just to take care of her eldest brother.
Su Ruotang will only hurt his elder brother.
Mo Ronyan glanced coldly at the two people on the bridge from the corner of his eye, and allowed the third prince to smear flour on his face.
Ripples appeared in the deep pupils.
He raised his hand and pinched the third prince's delicate chin through the veil, and chuckled softly, "Give you a little cat?"
The rich cedar fragrance lingered in her breathing, and Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled.
The ends of her eyes were slightly raised, and her spiritual eyes were crooked as she held the man's hand holding her chin, "Okay, let's raise a noble and lazy cat."
"As lazy as a husband."
Mo Ronyan brushed her forehead with his long fingers and raised his chin, "Your leg fell off."
"Ah!" Su Ruotang was shocked to realize that the clay figurine she had kneaded was thrown to the ground, and her already shaky legs fell off.
She grimaced, a little dejected, "I'm really not suitable for making clay figurines."
Mo Ronyan picked up the clay figurine stained with mud with his long fingers, and said with a smile in his low voice, "Well, the third prince's concubine is only suitable for making little people..."
Su Ruotang's pupils suddenly shrank, and the tips of her bright white ears were dyed crimson.
She lowered her eyes, raised the ends of her eyes, and deliberately lengthened her sweet voice, "Husband~"
Under the moonlight, the girl smiled beautifully, like a seductive vixen.
Mo Ronyan's eyes darkened, and his eyes were filled with ink.
His Adam's apple rolled, and he pinched the clay figurine's long fingers and exerted slight force.
"Pap..."
The clay figure was broken into two pieces at the waist.
