Maple fragrance evening calm

  Mò Zhān found Jiāng Yuǎn Fēng in the school lab. Since it was a holiday, the entire lab building was quiet, Mò Zhān snuck in and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. Her face pressed against his back, smelling the fragrance that had permeated his white robe.

  That is balsam fir, as its name suggests, it is the resin of the fir tree that has solidified, and is a superior fragrance. When used in medicine, it counteracts toxins and generates flesh.

  Jiang Yuan's body tensed up, stopping the experiment in his hand, wanting to turn around. But Mo Yan hugged him tightly, sticking to his back and said, "Don't move yet, listen to me finish."

  Jiang Yuan Feng stopped.

  "First of all, I want to say: sorry. A fool like me, you must be crazy to like me..."

  "Idiot." Jiang Yuanfeng grasped Mo Yan's hand, "Even if you're stupid again, I like it; let alone going to Europe was originally to deceive you - with my IQ, I naturally have the confidence not to let stupid you guess."

  Foam cicada couldn't help but smile lightly, "Also: I'm not afraid. Not afraid of the suffering of this illness, nor am I afraid of death."

  Jiang Yuan stretched his arm back in pain and hugged Mo Yan tightly, "But I'm afraid."

  She pressed her face tightly against his white robe, hiding all her tears in his clothes. "I like an old saying: Life and death are destined, wealth and nobility are in heaven. I believe that in this life, there is a predetermined fate - for example, I will meet you, and let you fall in love with this ordinary me..."

  "So if death really wants to come at this time, none of us can stop it, then let it come." Mozhen wiped away tears on his back, walked around and smiled at him, "I hope to donate my body, let you and Dr. Zhou do experiments, hoping to help others in the future."

  "I won't let you talk like that again!"

  Jiang Yuanhong excitedly turned around, and with a swoop, he pulled Mo Xian into his arms. "I won't agree to it, did you hear me?! I'll find a way to cure you, I definitely will!"

  Green rock, a crescent moon at the edge of the sky.

  Mo Ye lay in a rattan chair, sitting under the eaves to bask in the moonlight. The soft moonlight shone on him, making his pale face look even whiter than paper.

  The incense in the censer beside the chair had burned out, and Mo Xiu quietly turned around to add more incense. His slightly trembling wrist startled Mo Ye, who opened his eyes and looked at him, "What's wrong?"

  Mo Xu muttered to herself in self-reproach, "It's nothing. I'm just anxious, and now it's happening during the waning moon, with such weak moonlight, how can Young Master's body recover quickly!"

  The moon is their source of energy. Unfortunately, it's a waning moon now, how many times smaller than the full moon.

  Mo Ye lightly hummed, "You're lying."

  Mo Xu pinched the incense stick, closed her eyes. She could only tell the truth, "Hong He brought news that Mian Chan and Jiang Yuanfeng made up. Also said that it seemed Jiang Yuanfeng brought back some kind of prescription from Europe, although it can't be cured, but it can extend the time."

  Mo Ye remained silent.

  Mo Xu's expression turned even more worried, and she silently handed over a delicate tea cup. Mo Xie smiled wryly, "What? Want me to drop it? Forget it, I don't have the energy."

  Mo Xu looked at Mo Xie with a suspicious gaze for several times, "You really aren't angry?"

  "Why should I be angry?" Mo Xie smiled weakly, "Before she left, I was the one who told her that it was all my fault - I didn't really like her, I just wanted something new."

  Mo Xu was stunned, "You really said that?!"

  Mo Xie's face remained calm and serene, while Mo Chou lowered her head, "After all, can't let go of Wu Yun?"

  The moonlight was dim, and a cicada somehow lost its way and suddenly flew head-on towards Mo Xie. It fell on Mo Xie's chest, still chirping away. Mo Xie stared at it in a daze, seemingly forgetting to respond to Mo Qiu's words.

  He reached out and tapped her forehead, "Silly bug."

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  For a mother like me, Qixi Festival will never be missed. Even if we haven't seen each other, our hearts have been thinking of each other long ago. See you this afternoon.