Hearing Ye Chumo say this, Lin Weiyang's body had already become extremely stiff. However, her heart sank. She turned to look at Ye Weili, who was still unconscious, clenched her fists, and suddenly raised her head, determined

He said: "I will take care of this. I have a chance to steal the secret order to leave the palace, but I will leave it to you, Ali. I will be back soon."

After saying this, Lin Weiyang straightened her messy clothes again, then took a step and ran towards the tightly closed door.

Pulling it open suddenly, the dazzling sunlight instantly illuminated the cold and damp palace completely. The small figure was completely integrated into the sunlight in an instant.

Ye Chumo stood there blankly for a long time, then lowered his head and looked at Ye Weili, who was still unconscious, with a long and sour arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Fourth brother, if I do this, will you blame me when you wake up..." [

Lin Weiyang's heart was beating like a drum, but she ran to the Mingdan Palace where she and Ye Weili had been before.

Looking at the familiar but completely unfamiliar palace in front of her, Lin Weiyang felt a sharp pain in her heart as if it was being torn apart by a hand. The past that she desperately wanted to forget began to gradually revive in her heart.

This was the place she least wanted to come to, but for A Li, she would give it a try even if she died.

Thinking of this, she clenched her fists. Due to excessive nervousness and excessive depression, her entire face was constantly heating up, but her body was as cold as ice.

Just then I put my hand on the carved door of the palace, and the door in front of me suddenly opened slowly...

First he saw a pair of thick black-soled boots, then a spotless white robe, and finally what caught his eye was the one he had been missing day and night... his younger brother Lin Mo.

He has fair skin and a pair of dazzling black eyes that seem to be able to see through the past and present life. He smiles like a crescent moon and looks like a cold star when he is solemn. His straight nose bridge and lip color are red. When he chuckles, he looks like feathers falling down. He is as sweet as sugar.

When silent, he is as cold as ice. The profile of his profile is as sharp as a knife, with sharp edges and corners yet still soft and graceful.

But such a beautiful young man is now trapped in a deep palace. It seems that the happiness he once had has never existed, and they seem to have never been siblings, but just strangers.
Chapter completed!