[1] Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

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Chapter 40.4 You Are Being Jealous

“It doesn’t matter.” You Wuming said, “Then just let his biological son die for him.”

He walked lazily towards the valley’s exit, looking completely indifferent, but Sang Yuanyuan knew that he was not good at the moment, not good at all.

Because he even left her where she was.

It was not until he reached the entrance of the valley that he remembered he had forgotten Little Mulberry.

He paused in place, stopping for a while, but didn’t look back.

Sang Yuanyuan wanted to catch up with him but unfortunately, she was wearing too thick and heavy clothes. She was still sick too. Her head still feels very heavy and her feet feel light. If she walked just a little faster, she would feel the sky and earth were spinning round.

Sang Bujin was so eager to separate these two people that he even wanted to put a mountain between them. When he saw You Wuming had left first, he happily held Sang Yuanyuan with a smile more brilliant than peach blossom.

Sang Yuanyuan flopped for a while. Seeing that she was getting further away from You Wuming, she could not help but feel anxious. Just as she opened her mouth to shout, she suddenly found that there were many golden moths appearing among the whirling snowflakes in front of her.

She rubbed her eyes in surprise. When she looked closely, she saw that the snow was still snow and there was no golden moth whatsoever.

As she was startled, she suddenly felt a burst of cool sensation on her eyebrows, as if there were wings patting her skin lightly. Then a slight cold pain immediately struck her. She clearly felt that a cold and icy breath penetrated her forehead and hit her brain directly.

She shuddered and was so shocked. She quickly raised her hand to touch it, only to feel a small drop of snow melted out of it.

Her forehead was shockingly hot.

“Brother, I’m afraid I’m very ill,” Sang Yuanyuan said. “Just now, I felt a golden moth get into my forehead. I don’t know what kind of moth it is. “

Her voice was even more hoarse.

Sang Bujin felt heartache and also funny at the same time. He slightly squatted down, neatly picked her up and hugged her, as if hugging a big snowball, holding her and went towards the outside.

The three carriages were hidden at the entrance of the valley.

A long distance away, Sang Yuanyuan saw You Wuming sitting alone on the roof of the carriage and looking up, waiting impatiently for her to return.

“Little Mulberry!” He yelled, “Hurry up, hurry up. I’ve caught a funny fellow for you!”

He raised a hand and pulled out a round and fluffy thing.

A big snow rabbit!

He held the snow rabbit’s ears, and its two fat and round hind legs were hanging in the air, kicking incessantly.

Sang Yuanyuan saw that he still had the mood to catch a snow rabbit to tease her, and her heart felt sour but also happy for a while, with a variety of flavors in it.

Sang Bujin wanted to take her away, but she grabbed him by the collar.

She blinked pitifully and pouted: “Brother, I want to touch the snow rabbit!”

Sang Bujin stared bitterly at You Wuming for a short while. His gaze was like a crossbow that couldn’t wait to stab several big holes on his body.

Stinky boy, using a fluffy thing to deceive a girl, do you still want your face or not?!

You Wuming didn’t even look at him at all. He smiled and watched as Sang Yuanyuan got down to the ground and ran towards him clumsily.

He didn’t go to her.

At this moment, his mood is actually very strange.

He would like to let the time stay in this moment forever and there is no need for a future.

Because at this moment, there are only good things to come, no bad things.

His Little Mulberry, at this moment, only has him in her eyes and heart. There is no obstacle between them. He just needs to wait for her quietly here. There will be no unforeseen event nor accident that will come to them.

He unconsciously narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, as if possessed by a demon, greedily enjoying the time where she approached step by step.

‘What if, I just die like this. ’