2223: Savior

Savior

Mo Lian stepped down from the carriage and held her chilly hand. He asked softly, "Qiaoqiao, what's wrong?"2

Qiao Mu stared at the girl for a long time, but her mind had wandered off.

She stood there for such a long time that she was practically about to turn into an exquisite snow sculpture.

She stood there helplessly in a daze. It was as if she were the only person left in the entire world.

The light snow landed on her body, face, hair and neck. Her sight seemed to ripple and undulate.

It let her see herself from the very, very distant past.

That small figure was also kneeling in front of the pharmacy and begging the shopkeeper to bestow a panacea and take a look at her mother who was on the verge of death after giving birth…

She had been so insignificant back then. So pitiful and pitiable, so negligible. If was as if she were only a speck of dust in this world, so weak and fragile that it made one tremble from fear.

Upon contact, the bubble in front of her would shatter into dust and drift off into the wind.

"Are you cold?" Mo Lian found her mood to be unstable. He pulled her into his arms and massaged her petite hands. He breathed hot air on them. "Are you feeling stuffy?"

Qiao Mu's black eyes quivered when she looked at Mo Lian. She reached out and touched his face with her chilly hand.

"Are you cold?"

"Yes." He gripped her petite hands and breathed hot air on them. "No matter how cold they are, I can warm them up."

"Even if it is during the coldest time of winter when everything has withered. As long as I am here, Qiaoqiao will never have to fear the cold."

Qiao Mu smiled from the bottom of her heart. She pursed her lips and chided, "Sweet talking."

"How so?" Mo Lian circled his arms around her and brought her into his embrace. "Do you want to go back into the carriage?"

"Okay." Qiao Mu flicked her finger, and two streaks of light flew out into Guan Yibo's hands.

The young sir watched her go with a profound gaze. He couldn't help but grip his left hand tightly.

Actually, he had noticed her the moment she alighted from the carriage.

He watched her gaze at Guan Yibo, watched her hold hands with and embrace Mo Lian as if there was no one else there, whispering sweet nothings…

He watched her be oblivious to his existence.

He watched her turn around and leave after gifting medicine, not sparing him a single glance.

It was just like he, Ding Yun, did not exist at all in this world.

Several shouts came from the crowd.

Just as everyone's gazes were on the medicinal bottle in Guan Yibo's hands, only Young Sir Ding was watching the little lady's frail back as she got helped into the carriage.

"Oh goodness, Miss. This, this is! This is… it's the blood-clotting cinnabar fruit!" The shopkeeper yelped in surprise as he pointed at the translucent red fruit in Guan Yibo's hands.

"Which, which master gave you it?" The shopkeeper hastily looked around.

At this time, everyone was peering around with the shopkeeper. Their gazes landed on the carriage that had reached the corner of the street.

"Savior, please wait a moment! Savior, please leave me your name. Yibo will surely repay you in the future!" Guan Yibo chased after the carriage emotionally. However, she only caught glimpse of a fleeting red sleeve.

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