When the time comes, the days at the end of the year will be even more sad.

Feng Yueli is not often in the Firmament Sect, and she can't help Zimo.

Moreover, the gossip of outsiders will also hurt Zimo.

Feng Yueyue looked at Yueli for a while, and wanted to say these words to Yueli: "But ......"

Feng Yueli interrupted her: "There is nothing but."

Feng Yueyue saw that Feng Yueli was so insistent and stopped talking.

Yueli took the package of Zi Mo with a calm expression.

A faint smile swept over the corner of Zimo's mouth: "I've made these clothes, you can just take them back and wear them, how is your body during this time?"

Yueli nodded: "My body is not ...... like that"

Before Yueli's words were finished, Zimo lifted the sleeve of Yueli's wrist and touched Yueli's hand, only to feel that Yueli's hand was extremely cold.

There was some worry in her voice: "You also said that your body is better, but your body is still so cold......"

Yueli lowered her eyes slightly.

Her body is not going to be good.

Because many years ago, her body had already fallen ill.

Rong Jingchen summoned all the divine doctors on the South China Continent at that time, and none of them could cure the root of her illness.

So, she has been like this all the time now, whether it is winter or summer, her body has no temperature.

Yueli said slowly: "It's okay, this is already the root of the disease."

Zi Mo didn't think so: "The root of the disease can also be cured, I have been reading more medical books these days, and I can always find a way."

Yueli's heart was full of emotion, and she watched the snow fall more and more.

Zi Mo's body, and so thin, must not be able to stand such a cold weather.

Yueli Liu's eyebrows frowned slightly: "Sister Zimo, you go back first, the weather is cold, don't catch a cold."

This is the first time, Feng Yueli called Zimo a sister.

Zi Mo was moved by Feng Yueli's sister, she nodded: "It's okay, then I'll go back, you have to be careful in everything, just don't make yourself feel bad."

She seemed to have 10,000 words to explain, but she swallowed the words into her heart in an instant.

I can't say it anymore.

Yueli turned to leave, got into the carriage, and lifted the curtain of the carriage: "You go back quickly."

Zi Mo stood there, and didn't want to go back: "You go first, I watched you go, I'll go back."

Yueli's eyes softened, and she didn't lower the curtain.

Zi Mo watched the carriage of the Feng clan move away from her sight, and then she slowly turned around.

The waiter on the side felt distressed: "Miss, in fact, you don't have to be like this, Miss Feng, she ......"

Zi Mo raised his hand and motioned to the waiter not to speak again: "No need to say more, this is a matter between me and her, I just treat her as a sister, and, do you see it?"

The waiter was puzzled: "What do you see?"

Distress flashed in Zi Modi's eyes: "She is so thin, I don't know how many grievances she has suffered over the years."

She didn't know how much Feng Yueli had been wronged in the South China Continent over the years, let alone what she had experienced.

Once, when Feng Yueli was still Feng Xingchen, what she was most distressed about was Feng Xingchen's younger sister.

They are not relatives, but they are like relatives.

No one could understand why she was so kind to Feng Yueli.

After all, that was a long, long time ago.

Even today's Feng Yueli doesn't remember anything about that time.

Zi Mo remembered the scenes in the past, her expression was complicated, and she sighed to herself.