When she came to the window, she reached out and held on to the edge of the window, and quietly poked out her little head. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because there was candlelight inside, Ning Qianqian could easily see the decoration inside the house.

Looking at the costume, this room does not look like a man's, but rather a woman's room.

To Ning Qianqian's surprise, all the items inside were decorated with gardenias.

The bed curtain embroidered with gardenias, the large bed with carved purple trembling wood with gardenias, the dressing table carved with gardenias, tables and chairs, and the carpet with the same gardenia pattern.

Even the window in front of me is a hollowed-out gardenia window.

Gardenias can be seen everywhere, which shows how much the owner of this house loves gardenias.

Someone?

Her eyes fell on a wicker chair in the room, and Ning Qianqian found that a person was sitting quietly on it.

The candlelight in the room was a little flickering, and Ning Qianqian squinted her eyes slightly before she could see who was sitting on the chair.

Mo Li?

Why is he here alone on this big night?

The little head quietly poked forward, and Ning Qianqian looked at the person who was sitting quietly in the chair.

Because he was facing her sideways, she couldn't make out the expression on his face.

However, Ning Qianqian looked at his side face and his back, which was slightly bent than usual, and suddenly felt that his figure had an indescribable loneliness.

There was silence all around, save for the low chirping of a few bugs.

With the flickering candlelight, he sat quietly, his head slightly tilted, and his perfect side face looked a little hazy in the warm candlelight.

The soft long hair hung down at the back of his head, and a few strands were on the armrests of the wicker chair, and a slight wind blew, blowing his long hair, and also blowing up the flickering candle flame, and his expression looked even darker under the candlelight.

Looking at the man in front of her who was more beautiful than a woman, Ning Qianqian was not as as usual.

Meili's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

For some reason, looking at Mo Li in front of her, the position of Ning Qianqian's left atrium tightened slightly uncontrollably.

Around him, there was an emotion she didn't understand.

He seemed to be thinking about someone......

His gaze was fixed, as if he was looking at something, was there anything on the wall in front of him?

Because of the blockage, Ning Qianqian couldn't see what he was looking at, but could only be seen faintly, like a picture scroll.

Pursing her lips, she stood up and walked slowly into the room with her feet raised.

As she walked into the room, Ning Qianqian finally saw what he was looking at.

What a beautiful woman!

Now Mo Li still tilted his head slightly, his eyes locked tightly on the picture scroll on the wall.

Ning Qianqian stood not far behind him, her eyes following his gaze to the scroll on the wall.

On the scroll is a woman.

A woman who is not as beautiful as a real person......

In the scroll, the woman bows her head slightly, smiling and smelling a flower in her hand.

A gardenia......

Her face is exquisite, every place is like God's best masterpiece, and the bright smile on her face adds a kind of charm to her.

Her beauty is like a fairy, like a demon, and the delicate gardenia in her hand is not even half as good as her.

Ning Qianqian has always been very confident in her appearance, but compared with the woman in front of her, she has to admit that her appearance is far inferior to the person in front of her.

Even Mo Li, who she always thought was invincible, couldn't compare with her.

But......

Ning Qianqian looked at the woman on the picture scroll, her brows furrowed slightly.

How does she feel that the person in the painting has a bit of resemblance to Mo Li between his eyebrows?

Who is this man?

Why would Mo Li sit here so abnormally and stare at her portrait?