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Feng Qian walked in the long-lost courtyard, her eyes wandered between the prosperity of various familiar rockeries, green trees and grasses, the corners of her lips picked a casual chuckle, her eyebrows were picturesque, and her people were as beautiful as flowers.

Yun Luo looked at her with a faint smile, presumably the little girl with a bright atmosphere many years ago, now she has a little more gentle and quiet atmosphere, a little more charming and profound, it seems to be more attractive than at that time.

The Adam's apple rolled slightly, and a faint shadow fell under the man's narrow phoenix eyes, and he asked, "Do you like it?" ”

Feng Qian looked at what she was looking at without squinting, as if she hadn't heard his words, and for a long time, just when the man thought she wouldn't answer his question, she said lightly: "It's not all the same, what's the like?" ”

It really seems to be the same, and it hasn't changed.

Ever since she left, he had been paranoid that such a similar scene would preserve the memories of their past relationship, so even if it was just such a futile effort, he had once disdained it, and then did it.

But these things don't seem to have any meaning to her now—even if they are the plants and trees she once took care of, the ones she said she liked the most.

"Can you give me something?"

Feng Qian spoke again, and a faint voice interrupted the man who was immersed in memories.

Yun Luo glanced at her, the thick ink under his eyes seemed to be a little thicker than Fang Cai, black like a ball of ink that could not be erased, and said in a low voice: "You are already here, what are you anxious about?" ”

Feng Qian hooked her lips coolly, "Don't forget the conditions I have here now." ”

Condition.

"I know very well." The man lowered his eyes, and his dark eyes had long lost all color, and he laughed inexplicably, "You don't have to remind me again and again." ”

If it weren't for that condition, she would not have come back with him now, and even if he wanted to, he didn't know what to do—the half letter seemed to her to mean nothing at all.

So far, at least, she doesn't seem to care.

"I'm going to rest, you can go back first."

After Feng Qian finished speaking, she walked straight towards the room that Yun Luo had already prepared for her, with her back to him, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and her expression was no longer like Fang Cai's cold quenching ice, but with a little confusion and apprehension.

In this situation, should she cry or laugh?

Once she begged without a single effort, but he was stingy with a smile.

Now she tried her best to escape, but he clung to it and refused to let go.

Feng Qian no longer thinks about those things, coming here, she just needs to do what she originally wanted to do.

As for the rest, it was no longer within her scope and control.

Not long after staying in the house, the uninvited guests who should have come came.

Looking at the woman standing against the light at the door, Feng Qian squinted slightly, Yun Qiansu's body was covered with the strong light and shadow outside the house at the moment, making her a little unable to see clearly, and she could only vaguely see the outline of a figure.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't come back anyway?"

Yun Qiansu stood at the door, even the full sunlight could not illuminate the darkness of her falling into hell at the moment, the figure stopped straight there, she didn't approach, just asked coldly.