Chapter 1289: What was Si Mobai doing

Feng Tianlan rested her head sideways on the table and looked at the rice paper that was on the table, as well as the brush that he used to draw. Then, she looked at the portrait of the bridge of helplessness that he drew which was hanging from afar on the wall. The longing in her heart grew stronger.

It seemed like she had never drawn Mo Bai before. She misses him, so she started to draw a portrait of him.

With this thought in mind, Feng Tianlan immediately sat up straight. She started to ground the ink, then spread open the rice paper, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, looked at the blank rice paper, and thought about Mo Bai's appearance. Then she started to draw...

What was he doing at this time?

At this time, he had already prepared dinner. He would have served the stir-fried dishes as well as a bowl of rice and picked up the food for her. Then, his eyes were filled with love as he watched her eat. His cold handsome face was gentle and blissful.

Two hours later, Feng Tianlan finished her last stroke. She looked at him in the painting. He was sitting in front of the table, holding chopsticks in his hand. He was also holding a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs. Just like that, he stopped in mid-air. Opposite of him, there was a pair of chopsticks, holding a bowl of rice and a bowl of soup, but there was no one there.

His eyes were just like hers. They were filled with longing and sorrow.

"Mo Bai, do you miss me as much as I miss you?" Feng Tianlan looked down at the painting, but she couldn't help but tear up. Tears fell uncontrollably and dripped onto the painting. It was as if a sad flower had suddenly bloomed.

She wanted to paint a perfect picture, with her sitting opposite of him, but no. Now that they were separated, she misses him very much, and he misses her as well, right?

The Wushang Continent.

The magnificent palace stood tall and seemed very strict. It made people dare not to be disrespectful in the slightest.

Red plums bloomed outside a palace as if they were in a sea of red plums. The palace was decorated exquisitely and luxuriously. Under the gauze curtain in the side hall, a handsome god-like man lay on the bed. Even though his eyes were tightly shut, he still had an inviolable nobility.

A graceful young girl sat in front of the bed, and a tall and straight man stood beside her.

"Imperial brother, it's been more than a month. Will he be able to wake up?" the young girl's gaze was lustful as she looked at the man lying on the bed.

"If a person is still alive, there will always be a day when he wakes up."

The young girl replied with an "Oh", her gaze was still lustful as she looked at him. No matter when he woke up, she would wait.

The man lowered his eyes and glanced at the young girl. He could tell what she was thinking and reprimanded her in a deep voice, "Don't think about that. He suddenly appeared in the Wushang Continent without any information, and his identity is unknown. Even though he's unconscious, he won't let you get close to him. You should give up on that thought."

He had never seen such a strange man. Even if he was seriously injured or unconscious, he wouldn't let a woman get close. Only a man could get close to him.

"No," the young girl held the man's hand, raised her head, and blinked her beautiful eyes, acting coquettishly. "Imperial brother, it's rare for me to like a man. Help me once. When he wakes up, don't say that you saved him, just say that I saved him. Perhaps he will give his body to me."

"Stop fooling around. How many times have I told you that a girl has to love herself? How can you give yourself away so easily?" the man berated even louder.

The young girl pouted unwillingly but did not dare to say anything more. Imperial brother doted on her, but once she crossed the line, he would never give in. Her thoughts could only be abandoned.

Si Mobai's world was in darkness. He heard the sound of crying and felt a burning pain in his heart. Was Lan'er crying?