The night fell, and the noisy city of Huaishui gradually fell silent. The bright moon is in the sky, the stars are bright, in the Huaishui City, there are thousands of neon, the lights and stars are competing with each other, until late at night, it is covered with an ink-colored curtain and enters a deep sleep.

On the top of an attic 100 meters away from Ruan's mansion, a person with silver hair flying, standing solemnly, like an ancient immortal who had gone through a lot of hardships to break free from the shackles of hell, with the cold of hell that had not yet dissipated, he was handsome, his body was dignified, and his eyes shot cold stars, mysterious and terrifying.

The bright jade-like eyes condescendingly looked down at Huaishui City in the darkness, and when the light swept over a certain courtyard in Ruan's Mansion, she felt a little thirst and attachment, she was in that small courtyard, how long had she been separated?

He didn't know, but fortunately the world hadn't changed, and she was still there.

Ruan's Mansion has been completely plunged into darkness, only there is a faint light left in the corner, Wan Yichen hesitated, and finally took a step, his tall body was like a sharp arrow shooting towards Ruan's Mansion, when he passed by somewhere, his body was slightly stunned, if there was a familiar aura that seemed to be there, he mistakenly thought that he had an illusion, how could there be a similar kind here?

It must have been that he had been imprisoned for too long, and his senses were wrong.

As soon as his footsteps sank, he landed in front of the door of Qiushuiju, it was dark in Qiushuiju, but he could clearly see a qiē, the courtyard was clean and tidy, the flowers and plants were placed in an orderly manner, and the swing under the locust tree swayed lightly with the wind, he stepped over a few steps, curiously picked up the hanging rope on the swing frame, and shook it gently, I don't know what this thing is for?

Chu Yun'er woke up suddenly, an outsider broke into Qiushuiju, and a powerful strange aura stayed in the courtyard, and she didn't leave for a long time.

Chu Yun'er casually put on a coat, walked lightly under the window lattice, and gently pushed the corner of the window open.

The tall figure stood beside the swing with his back to her, his silky silver hair reaching to his waist, and he stretched out his slender fingers to gently shake the thousand frames, leisurely and as if thinking about something.

Chu Yun'er stroked her lips in shock, her heartbeat accelerated, it is impossible to have such a similar body shape in this world, more than two years, even if the hair is up to the waist, it is normal, and she can't care about anything else, Chu Yun'er opened the door without hesitation.

"Chen......"

Suddenly there was a soft call behind him, his voice trembling, excited, and incredulous.

Chu Yun'er wrapped her coat tightly and stood at the door, her dark eyes still staring at the person who suddenly stopped next to the swing frame with a little doubt and expectation, is it him?

Wan Yichen lowered his hand holding the swing, lowered his head and hid the green light in his eyes, and then slowly turned around.

The woman at the door was thinly dressed, and after only one glance at him, she walked out excitedly, looking at him in disbelief, and then her face turned to surprise, and when the corners of her lips rose, a few transparent beads slipped from the corners of her eyes.

"Chen......"

Tears poured out, and the voice was choked, and a thousand words were all in this whisper.

"Yun'er ......"

I haven't shouted this name for two years, and at this time, Wan Yichen felt quite unfamiliar, carefully looking at the person in front of him, his face was as delicate as a flower, and his body was plump and graceful, Wan Yichen felt very satisfied, and then he took a step and walked slowly towards Chu Yun'er under the moonlight in the courtyard.

The tall black figure is getting closer and closer, Chu Yun'er is standing in place like a wood carving, but his tears are like a flood bursting the embankment out of control, he is still the same as before, cold and arrogant, and his body full of wind and frost can't hide his peerless elegance.