Good Morning Her Royal Highness

That night, the lights in the emergency room were more dazzling than ever.

Jiang Sijue stood outside the door, and Mo Xinran also came to the hospital after hearing the news. Even Luo Yanmo, who had been flying abroad these days, hurried to China on the last flight.

Only Shang Moxuan stood there with a gloomy expression, cold and without any waves.

"Brother Mo Xuan..."

Mo Xinran stepped forward to ask about the incident, but was stunned by Shang Moxuan's sudden coldness.

The elegance and nobility were suppressed in those black eyes, leaving only endless depth.

After a long time, a name was slowly spit out from Shang Moxuan's mouth——

"Shang, Han, Xia."

The moment Mo Xinran heard the name, he was stunned on the spot, and then felt a chill creeping up from behind along the spine, almost unable to stand still.

"She remembered...?"

Shang Moxuan pursed his lips, and it took a long time before he opened his mouth slowly, "I don't know... I just heard Jiang Sijue say... Xia Xin... jumped off the stairs..."

Mo Xinran shuddered and jumped down...?

Could it be... Xia Xin remembered something? !

"I guess I was stimulated..." Shang Moxuan straightened his hair, "I was stimulated by Ye Yiling..."

"Brother Mo Xuan... are you okay...?"

Mo Xinran looked at Shang Moxuan worriedly, then hugged him, "Brother Moxuan..."

Shang Moxuan lowered his eyelids, and said something to Mo Xinran, "Ranran... accompany me to see her."

Mo Xinran nodded and followed Shang Moxuan out of the hospital.

After getting into the car, Mo Xinran fastened his seat belt, and looked at Shang Moxuan with his head tilted.

"Brother Mo Xuan...do you miss her?"

The worry in the eyes is clearly visible.

Shang Moxuan took a deep breath and nodded, but the red eye circles betrayed his pretended calm.

Mo Xinran lowered her head and looked at her palm.

Shang Moxuan...don't be so sad...

Mo Xinran knew who Shang Moxuan was thinking about.

That woman, in Shang Moxuan's life, is like a heavenly existence.

When he lost her 3 years ago, Shang Moxuan hugged her body and cried heartbreakingly in the heavy rain.

When he lost her 3 years ago, Jiang Sijue knelt in front of her grave and committed suicide by cutting his wrists.

When losing her 3 years ago, Luo Yanmo stabbed the people around him like crazy, and was locked up in the detention center.

When he lost her 3 years ago, Xiang Yushuo performed the operation on her himself, kneeling beside the operating table.

When she lost her 3 years ago, Jiang Xiaxin passed out beside her covered in blood.

When I lost her 3 years ago, my spirit was stimulated and I suffered from autism, which took a year to recover.

Mo Xinran closed her eyes, unwilling to recall that night 3 years ago, Shang Moxuan's scarlet eyes, Jiang Sijue's desperate roar, Luo Yanmo's furious behavior, and Xiang Yushuo's trembling roar.

The gunshots tore through the entire sky, Mo Xinran hugged her head, opened her eyes suddenly, only to find that Shang Moxuan had stopped the car, opened the door of the passenger seat, and stretched out his hand to her.

"Ranran, I'll carry you down."

With a sore nose, Mo Xin's tears fell down without warning.

Shang Moxuan walked into the gate of the cemetery with Mo Xinran in his arms.

When he arrived at the destination, Mo Xinran jumped off Shang Moxuan, bit his lip, rubbed his eyes red, stroked the tombstone, his lips trembled slightly, and only uttered two words——

"Xia Xia..."

A thunderbolt pierced the sky, stained with unspeakable grief.