"Grandma, it's raining, it's going to get wet!" Li Wanqing, who rushed to Fujiwara's side, looked at the dense rain in the sky and dragged Fujiwara Xiang's arm.

"He's going to be your fiancé, he's all standing there, do you still want to nest in the house?" Fujiwara glared at her dissatisfied, shook off her hand, and strode to Feng Hao's side despite everyone's obstruction.

She didn't speak, she didn't persuade, and she didn't let the people below hold an umbrella for her. She just stood quietly one step away from Feng Hao, facing the rain, looking at him with a heartache.

Li Wanqing was helpless, so she had to stand in the rain with Fujiwara incense. Because she came out of the house, her clothes were very thin, just a purple wool fleece sweater with water and a black tweed skirt.

In just a moment, her elaborate makeup and hair were a mess, and the clothes on her body were soaked.

The rain rushed down her neck and poured into it, so cold that she only shivered.

Is this paying for the mistake made by Xia Yucheng?

Li Wanqing bit her lip, with resentment in her eyes.

She stole a glance at Feng Hao, and the tall figure of the man stood there straight and motionless, with no intention of leaving at all.

Do you want to stand until dawn?

She was a little cold, her teeth gradually became unbearable, she trembled, and her body began to tremble.

"Ming...... Caritas ...... The old lady's body ......," Li Wanqing quietly reached out and pulled Caritas beside her.

Of course, Caritas didn't dare to move, and she didn't dare to really say anything, so she lowered her voice and said, "Miss Li, if you can't stand it anymore, please go back to the house!"

Li Wanqing pouted dissatisfiedly, everyone is here, how can she go back to the house?

She clenched her teeth sharply, looking at the wind in the rain, the rain blurred her vision, thinking about the day after tomorrow, she couldn't help but hook the corners of her lips.

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At one o'clock in the morning, in the hotel, Lu Licheng sat on the sofa and looked at Xia Yucheng lying on the bed distressedly.

From the time she left the Feng family to the present, she has been lying there with her back to him, not moving, not crying, and not talking. He knew that she was not sad, nor was she not sad, but the pain in her heart could not find an outlet.

In the corner of the wall, there is a suitcase of Xia Yucheng, which was sent by the maid of the Feng family at night.

In Kyoto, a qiē is naturally within the sight of the wind.

"Orange Orange," Lu Licheng shouted, seeing that she didn't move, he stood up and walked to the other side of the bed, Xia Yucheng was closed with her eyes closed, but listening to her breathing, she was obviously awake.

"Orange," he whispered again, "get up and get something to eat! aren't you hungry after sleeping for so long?"

Xia Yucheng still didn't move, and the expression on her pale little face was unusually calm.

"Isn't it obvious why I came and why you left? If I hurt you in this way, it was definitely not my intention, you must know that if I hurt you and make you uncomfortable, I will be more sad than you. Today, as long as you can stay, you won't go with me, so since you're all gone, if you want to cry, cry happily. Collapsed, isn't there still me? Orange Orange, do you understand what I'm talking about?"

After another period of silence, Xia Yucheng finally opened her eyes, she looked at Lu Licheng who was standing beside the bed, and whispered softly: "I understand!"

Yes, yes, but it is impossible for the wounded heart to heal quickly in an instant.

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