"I searched for a long time, but luckily I stayed." Mama Wang said as she walked happily to Mu Xiaoxiao and unfolded the long skirt she was holding.

Mu Xiaoxiao, who was sitting in front of the dresser, skimmed the skirt and ......

Eyes wide, spotless white, better than snow. There is a long belt around the waist, elegant and slender, the collar is like a half-moon shape, the bright crystals on the chest are nailed by the best handicraft master in the palace, and the lining of the clothes is also embroidered with stitches and threads.

"Why is this dress still there?" Mu Xiaoxiao lifted her lips and asked in surprise, her eyes kept following the clothes in Mama Wang's hand.

Mama Wang hung her clothes in front of her makeup, spread them out flat, and still shined in the unlit room.

Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed with a moving light, this was the first gift Bo Zeyu gave her, she liked it very much but rarely wore it, because she cherished it.

"That's right! Why is this dress still there? Wang Mama stood behind Mu Xiaoxiao and was also full of emotion, four years ago she received an order to destroy everything about Mu Xiaoxiao, and the people in the house have also taken on a new look after four years of subtle changes, but they have always kept this dress. It may be that Mu Xiaoxiao was about to take out the clothes given by the prince every once in a while to show off, and she couldn't bear to throw away the last memory about her.

Seriously, she has never seen the crown prince give gifts, even if the emperor and queen celebrate their birthdays every year, he always assigns the trivial matters to the people in the palace and ignores them. But this dress is a masterpiece that he personally selected, changed and changed

Mama Wang also gave him some advice at that time, and the prince also agreed with it.

She didn't know what happened four years ago, but she knew that the prince was really interested in Mu Xiaoxiao.

After simple makeup, Mu Xiaoxiao looks more watery, especially a pair of bright big eyes, which are unforgettable when you see them.

She stood quietly in front of her dressing, her fingertips gently sliding over the corners of her clothes.

At that time, she still remembered that the corners of her mouth opened an arc, and a bitterness arose, and she seemed to understand what it meant to be a person.

"Put it on!" Mama Wang took off her clothes for her, but Mu Xiaoxiao stopped her.

"No need." Her soft, soft voice was unfazed, but her eyes shimmered brightly.

"What's wrong?" Mama Wang asked puzzledly, this used to be her favorite dress.

Mu Xiaoxiao's lips lifted, her eyes still lingered on her clothes, and she exhaled like an orchid: "If it's too beautiful, stay where it is." "Don't touch it. Don't bring up feelings that have already passed.

Somehow, the image of Bo Zeyu and Ruo Qianli hugging each other crashed into her mind.

Mu Xiaoxiao, who was smiling stupidly, put away her smile and quickly retracted the hand that was lingering on her clothes. A hint of unease flashed in the bright eyes.

She can't continue to live in the past, delusional about an impossible future.

"Put your clothes away." She turned around without nostalgia and left the room.

Mama Wang was taken aback by the contrast between her front and back, and after thinking about it, she put away her clothes. Hey, now that the young man is in love, she is becoming more and more incomprehensible, and she vaguely feels that Mu Xiaoxiao, who has returned again, seems to have changed as a person.

Seeing Mu Xiaoxiao walk out, the maids on both sides opened the door for him.

A beam of light came in, and the dazzling halo wrapped around the Bo Zeyu under the ginkgo tree outside, infinitely beautiful.

But Mu Xiaoxiao knew that no matter how beautiful it was, it was no longer his own.