Who was this person? Why did he keep referring to her as' Lian '? Murong Qinglian looked at the handsome youth in front of her without moving. No matter how hard she tried, she could not remember when she had seen this person before. "I only have one elder brother, but he is not you …"
Murong Qinglian's words stunned Mi Sha. Then, he revealed a pure smile. "Lian, you only have one elder brother, and that is me!"
"My elder brother is not as good as you!" Murong Qinglian shook her head. "So you are not him!"
"Lian, I was wrong in the past! But please believe me, I will not treat you like I did in the past! I already regret it, I should not have … "
Before Mi Sha could finish speaking, the door opened and Jia Lan appeared before them, carrying Xia Yunxi.
"Senior Brother, Yunxi is dead."
Mi Sha looked at Xia Yunxi in Jia Lan's embrace and revealed a strange smile. "Everyone has to die eventually. You and I are the same. There is no need to be too sad! "
Mi Sha's reply was out of Jia Lan's expectations. Although Xia Yunxi was not very likable, they were still from the same sect. Mi Sha's reply was too cold and emotionless.
"Lian, come, Elder Brother will cut your nails!" Mi Sha ignored Jia Lan and Xia Yunxi and continued to cut Murong Qinglian's nails. It was as if Murong Qinglian was the most important person in his world.
Seeing Mi Sha like this, Jia Lan opened his mouth but swallowed the words he was about to say. Murong Qinglian caught the interaction between the two of them.
She had seen Jia Lan before. It was during the Four Nation Youth Competition. Jia Lan had saved her from Murong Qiqi and said that he had been entrusted by someone. Now, Jia Lan and Misha were together, and Misha said such strange things. Could it be that the person Jia Lan was talking about was Misha?
Murong Qinglian was sure that she had never seen this person called Mi Sha before, much less had any interaction with him. Mi Sha must have recognized the wrong person.
Seeing Mi Sha's innocent and beautiful face and the sincere smile on it, Murong Qinglian hesitated. This person treated her so well. Should she tell him that she was not the person he was looking for?
If she told Misha that she was not the Ren he was talking about, would he still take care of her as gently as he did now?
Thinking of this, the scene in the prison suddenly appeared in Murong Qinglian's mind. Those whips caused her skin to split open, and before the old scars could recover, new scars were added.
What if Misha found out that she was not Ren and threw her back into prison? What should she do? No! She didn't want this! He didn't want to live that kind of dark life anymore. He didn't want to live like a beast anymore!
Murong Qinglian was struggling in her heart.
On one hand, the young man's clean and clear eyes made it impossible for her to deceive him. On the other hand, her only background, the Prime Minister of Xiqi, Murong Tai, was dead. She was now an orphan with no one to rely on. If she left Misha, she might not be able to survive. She might even be thrown into prison and continue her miserable life.
Murong Qinglian struggled for a long time between honesty and lies, being spoiled or being abused. When she saw the love in Misha's eyes, Murong Qinglian finally made her choice. She didn't want to live such a miserable life. She wanted to use the identity of Ren to rise again.
While Murong Qinglian was deep in thought, she didn't notice that Misha's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance.
At this moment, a pretty woman with a frosty face came in with a bowl of soup. "Gongzi, the soup is ready!"
"Thank you, Xia Xue!" Misha seemed to be so kind and polite to everyone. This made Murong Qinglian feel that relying on this man was the right thing to do.
So this woman was called Xia Xue … Murong Qinglian secretly remembered Xia Xue's name. Previously, when Misha brought her back, he ordered Xia Xue to serve her when she took a bath. Xia Xue directly refused and said, "I will only serve Gongzi alone." Misha then bought a new maid to serve Murong Qinglian.
At that time, Murong Qinglian was a little puzzled. How could a maid so righteously refuse her master's request? Looking at Xia Xue, who always had a cold face without any smile, Murong Qinglian became interested in Xia Xue and only found out her name now. Xia Xue's cold personality suited her.
Misha took the black-boned chicken soup from Xia Xue's hands, scooped up a spoonful, and fed it to Murong Qinglian. "Xia Xue's cooking is the best. I believe you will like it!"
Misha's innocent smile, coupled with his gentle tone, caused Murong Qinglian's eyes to be covered with a layer of warm moisture.
It seemed that other than her biological parents, Murong Tai and Liu Yanzhi, no one had ever treated her like this. Especially after coming to the Northern Zhou Kingdom, after experiencing so many things, suddenly having someone care about her like this, Murong Qinglian's eyes slowly became moist, turning into a vast ocean.
"What's wrong, Lian?"
Misha saw this and put down the porcelain bowl in his hand. He reached out and touched Murong Qinglian's scarred cheek. "Why are you crying?"
"Why are you so good to me?" Murong Qinglian couldn't hold back her tears as soon as she finished speaking. "Plop!"
"Because I'm your brother!" Misha's voice was slow, but it was full of love and pity. It was like a key forged with gentleness, slowly opening the door to Murong Qinglian's heart.
"Brother —" Murong Qinglian couldn't hold back and threw herself into Misha's arms. "Wuwuwu, Brother …"
Murong Qinglian didn't know whether this "Brother" was from the bottom of her heart or had ulterior motives. The only thing she knew at this moment was that she needed the person in front of her. Whether it was his gentleness or his strength, she needed them all.
Murong Qinglian's tears stained the clothes on Misha's shoulder. Xia Xue saw this scene and frowned slightly, but she returned to her cold appearance. As for Misha, the person involved, he laughed heartily. "Lian is already so big, yet you still cry! It seems … you haven't cried for many years. Now you're like a child, how nostalgic! "
Perhaps because she was certain that she would follow Misha, Murong Qinglian paid extra attention to every word Misha said. Especially when he said that this girl named "Lian" hadn't cried for a long time. Murong Qinglian immediately left Misha's embrace. She didn't care that her tears would hurt because of the wound on her face, so she wiped her face twice.
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