Standing in front of the mirror, Ying Lan arranged her dress expressionlessly, probably not wearing such a formal dress for a long time, she felt awkward. So she turned around and looked at her bare back, which was fortunate to be as white and delicate as satin, though she had been born and died, without any scars.

"Don't you like it?" On the sofa not far away, Ye Hanshu was lying.

"Didn't you ask knowingly? With a sigh, Ying Lan took off her clothes without hesitation. Wear only underwear to pick up casual clothes next to the bed.

"After all, you're going to see your fiancé tomorrow, so you have to dress up. ”

"I just said to meet, I didn't say I wanted to marry him. ”

However, Ye Hanshu didn't argue, he just stretched out like a cat: "As long as Lao Ye uses Gu Lichuan as a threat, you will back down step by step and finally marry him." After saying that, she showed a smile that saw through Yinglan.

"Impossible," Ying Lan shook her head, "I can back down for the sake of Lechuan, but I can only get married, I refuse." ”

Then, she looked at herself in casual clothes, the weather was getting colder, and she regretted that the long dress she bought in Rome was too late to wear.

Ye Hanshu reached out to take the candy and said something that didn't care: "Do you think Lao Ye will let Gu Lichuan live?"

Although the tone of this sentence was light, it made Ying Lan's whole body tremble.

Turning his head slightly, a cold light shot out of the corners of Ying Lan's eyes.

"What do you mean by that?"

Ye Hanshu was stunned for a moment, realizing that he had said the wrong thing.

"You said he was going to kill Lethe!" didn't you!" Walking up to her sister with a look of trepidation, Yinglan asked loudly.

Looking at the other side unnaturally, Ye Hanshu stroked his white hair: "Old Ye knows very well that as long as Gu Lichuan is still alive, you will never agree to this marriage-"

As he spoke, Ye Hanshu sat up straight and looked at Ying Lan.

"Yinglan, when you choose to return here, you should be ready to say goodbye to the memories of the past. ”

Looking at Ye Hanshu's weak heart, Ying Lan was silent for a moment.

She chose to return to Wuming for the sake of Lechuan, and agreed to meet her "fiancé" she had never met for the sake of Lechuan. Because she firmly believed that she could leave here, return to the special operations team, and return to Gu Lichuan's side. But now, her compromise has become the hand that pushes Gu Lichuan into the deep valley step by step, and her concession is tearing up her last hope little by little.

"Actually, since the day before yesterday, the special operations group has been paralyzed. Those friends of yours, as well as Gu Lichuan, may have all died in Ling Han's hands. ”

Silent.

Suddenly, Ying Lan turned around and walked out the door: "I'm going to ask him." Those words were full of hysterical killing intent.

"You stop!" Seeing that Yinglan was leaving, Ye Hanshu got up with a "pout" and stretched out his hand to hold Yinglan. Who knew that Ying Lan did not resist, and threw herself into Ye Hanshu's arms with the strength of the pull.

At this time, Ye Hanshu realized what a big blow this news was to Ying Lan.

"He promised me," whispered, and Lingering was trembling all over, "He promised me, he promised my ......"

The sobbing sound was intermittent, as if trying to hold back, but it was difficult to suppress it.

Ye Hanshu reached out and stroked Ying Lan's back, she felt that Ying Lan in her arms was like a little beast that had been lost and depressed, constantly curled up and trembling because of fear and sadness, and there was no strength to resist.

She couldn't comfort Linger because she wasn't qualified to do so. In this company and in the family, she is just a pair of hands that hold Lan's throat, she is only the weight of her strength compared to others, but there is no difference between the left and right positions.

But while she caressed Yinglan, she unconsciously felt sad for her sister.

......

Autumn in London is short. The leaves soon fell, and the country was about to step into a gray winter.

The white fox walked down the street with an umbrella, and the rain was sprinkled in small pieces, and the ground was damp, and the leaves were layered on top of each other, and after absorbing the water, they became soft and dirty, and when they stepped on it, they made a popping and watery sound. As soon as the wind blew, the white fox's sweatshirt swayed slowly, setting off his figure thin and thin.

Looking around, the street didn't seem to have changed much, and in the white fox's memory, it had always been like this, with fallen leaves, drizzle, and few pedestrians.

"Is it Fawkes?" Behind the white fox, there was a sudden old uncertain question.

The white fox looked back and saw an old man with gray hair.

"Oh, it's so nice to see you," the white fox who saw the old man's expression became relaxed, "I'm back." ”

The two people holding the umbrella looked at each other and smiled.

The door to the room was gently pushed open, and the old man walked in tremblingly, reaching out to turn on the light in the room.

"Because of the rain, the room is getting darker. ”

Following the old man into the room, the white fox looked around the house.

"According to your request, the furnishings and furniture here have not changed at all," the old man said to the white fox, "and if there is any damage, it will only be repaired again and again." ”

"I've wronged you by letting you live in such a shabby place. The white fox walked into the living room and said to the old man while looking up at the second floor.

Waving his hand, the old man smiled kindly: "If it weren't for you, I might have died by now." To have such a home to live in and to grow old with an old house is already a very satisfying thing for me. ”

The white fox nodded and walked up the stairs: "This time I'm going to stay for a few more days, you don't have to worry about me, if you need anything to call me." ”

The old man nodded, asked no more questions, and walked to the study.

The white fox walked upstairs step by step, and the wooden staircase made a "squeak" sound with his steps. It can be seen that this house has been around for a long time, and the reason why the white fox did not choose to replace the furniture is unknown, but fortunately it is still safe.

Walking to the door of the room, the white fox seemed to hesitate - his hand hovered in front of the doorknob for a moment.

But he walked in anyway.

The room was dark and somewhat chilly. The light shone in, and old bookcases, wooden desks, and somewhat broken sofas could be faintly seen—all covered in white tulle, and large clouds of dust had fallen on them.

Without turning on the lights, he let out a long breath and the white fox walked in.

"One is Your Majesty, and the other is to make people," Na Na said to himself, the white fox walked to the bookcase, grabbed the white yarn covering the bookcase, pulled it hard, and rudely tore it off, "These two people are smart and stupid." ”

The white veil fell to the ground and disappeared into the darkness.

"Xuan Junyang, Xuan Junyang. ”

His fingers groped the spine of each book, his tone unmistakably lighthearted or self-deprecating.

White Crowe ...... White Fox ......"

His finger rested on a slightly heavier book of Shakespeare's plays.

"Alas. ”

With a sigh, the white fox pushed the book hard. Then, the entire bookcase made a "click" sound, splitting to both sides like an electronic door - this room has an unknown secret passage. And where this secret passage leads, I'm afraid only the white fox himself knows.

Seeing the dark path slowly stretching towards him, the white fox showed a long-lost smile. A fox-like, sly and sinister grin.

"Let's go. ”