I want to laugh when you hurt you, you love strong, I love cowardly.

Screen window sunset near dusk.

Tomorrow it was as if she was going to follow Murong Yichuan back to Beijing, she returned to her residence after eating lunch at Chu Qianqian's, and then packed her luggage with Chunhong, and she washed her hair again, because the more than ten days after returning to Beijing are usually guest houses, and many things are inconvenient, so she prepared well when she left.

As if she had a headache, she stayed in the house after washing her hair, the doors and windows were closed tightly, the stove was burning, she wore her long hair, she was dressed very casually, there were few pieces of jewelry to be a little melancholy, her face was fat-free, her hair was as black as ebony, soft as silk, bright as a mirror, and she hung down to her waist.

As if he had nothing to do, he then sat down in the place where Murong Yichuan read books on weekdays, there were a lot of books on the table in front of him, as well as a few pamphlets, and there were many brushes in the pen holder, which was like a forest, and there was a small box next to it, and there were several precious inkstones in the small box. As if curious about the contents of those pamphlets, she picked up one of them, it was a rectangular pamphlet, about a foot long, seven or eight inches wide, very thick to the touch, the cover was blue, there was no name on it, she opened the booklet, the first page was blank, from the second page onwards there was something densely written on it, the tadpole-like text was also neat, as if continuing to turn back, every page was written in this kind of text, As if he recognized it, this was the kind of text that Zhongli Wenjun used to write an official letter last time, and when he heard Murong Yichuan say that this was called Xianbei Wen, it seemed that he actually used such words to record some things, and it seemed that this booklet contained a lot of his secrets.

It was as if she had put the booklet back in the distance, and then casually flipped through the pile of books in front of her, and found that many of the books were not Chinese, but what Xianbei was written, and she didn't know where the source was for some other words.

As if he was looking at it casually, suddenly the door opened, Murong Yichuan strode in, he had just come back from the racecourse, although there were some unpleasant episodes, but slowly passed, he saw that Wanru was sitting in his place and making his own things, he was displeased at that time, he didn't like others to touch his own things, no matter who he could, including Ximen Ruoxuan in the past, but she actually -

"What are you here?" Murong Yichuan walked up to Wanruo and asked coldly.

As if of course she knew that the other party didn't like other people's things to touch, she hurriedly put the book in her hand back in its place; "I'm helping you sort out your copywriting, I know you don't like other people to move your things, if I don't move, don't be angry." Like a soft judo, she didn't want to look up at the other party's face, because she could judge the other party's expression at the moment from the tone of the other party's speech, although there was still unhappiness between them, as if she still couldn't forgive Murong Yichuan, but she still cared so much about his feelings, once upon a time, it seemed that she had completely become a prisoner of his Murong Yichuan.

Murong Yichuan saw that he was so cautious, but because of yesterday's incident, he seemed to be so supple at the moment, although he was angry, he couldn't express it. "That's it, I'm not angry, I'll sort out these things myself, you have to rest, you're going to leave early tomorrow morning, can your body be able to eat?" Murong Yichuan pulled a chair and sat beside Wanruo, then lowered his head and gently kissed her fragrant hair.

As if he slowly turned his head and faced Murong Yichuan, he said in a faint tone; "It turns out that you still care about my body, I thought that there would be someone to walk with us when I returned to Beijing this time, and my princess will be put aside by you immediately." As if she couldn't let go of yesterday's events, she also knew that the other party had no intention of betraying her, but she just couldn't take this breath right now, and always wanted to take it out and talk about it.

"What kind of bastard are you talking about, you're saying I'm really angry, let's have a good last time here?" Of course, Murong Yichuan didn't want to always mention that matter.

nodded helplessly; "I want to be nice with you too, but I'm afraid of losing you, I'm really afraid." A pair of eyes flashed with a sparkle of crystal, and she was about to return to Beijing, she was really full of thoughts.

Although Murong Yichuan couldn't fully understand Wanruo's mood, he also understood a little, he held Wanruo's little face in the palm of his hand, looked at Wanruo with pity, and said softly; "Don't think too much about it, I'll be there for you at all times." He is like a big tree, and she is a soft grass under the big tree, and this big tree is needed to shelter it from the wind and rain and resist the scorching sun, this is what Murong Yichuan has always thought, and Wanruo also has some recognition of this, now she is fragile and powerless, and in his short memory, he is his only one, the only support, and the only reliance.