That night, she was like a drunken person, saying a lot, saying that she had brought disaster to the country and the people, that she had destroyed humanity, that she was not living for morality, but that she was afraid that Wei Zifeng's unjust soul would come to ask for her life.

Xiao Jingzhi kept looking at her, listening to her quietly, with a sympathetic expression.

"Eh, you don't have to look at me like that, I promised you that I won't miss you anymore, and you won't let me sink again. ”

Avoiding Xiao Jingzhi's sight, he took a bed of cloud silk cotton to cover his eyes, and treated it as if the line of sight did not exist.

However, his heart was itchy, and he didn't hold back, and carefully showed a pair of eyes to look at him, and he still maintained the same posture and the same gaze, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

After staring at each other for a long time, she didn't carry it, covered her head with the quilt, turned around, and her voice came muffledly: "It's not early, rest well." ”

He didn't answer, just answered very softly.

The darkness and silence suppressed everything, perhaps the things that were pressed in her heart were spoken, and she fell asleep quickly.

This sleep was very heavy, and she was awakened by Su Wan's knock on the door.

Her first reaction was to turn her head to look at Xiao Jingzhi, but the person had already left.

Some are happy, but also a little lost.

"Why is the girl's eyes swollen?"

"Yesterday I was thirsty and drank a lot of water. ”

Zhou Jinhuan was casually perfunctory, except for the panic just now, now she is more concerned about Xiao Jingzhi's situation.

I just took medicine yesterday, and now where will people go?

"Wan'er, let's go pick plums, shall we?"

"The girl got up early in the morning to drink the northwest wind?"

Zhou Jinhuan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: It's really a mess of concern, what plums haven't been washed off this face?

Washing her face and eating absentmindedly, even Ah Cheng could see her running away.

"Ah Cheng just learned a new move, do you want Sister Jinhuan to watch it?"

"Okay, my sister knows that there is a place where plum blossoms are blooming well, Ah Cheng and my sister will go together, okay?"

If there is someone in this world that Zhou Jinhuan can't refuse, it must be Ah Cheng.

While watching Ah Cheng dance the sword, he looked back and forth, and after looking at it, he saw a little red plum, and nothing else.

"How much does Sister Jinhuan want to pick?"

Ah Cheng is a person with a strong sense of action, and he picked several purses in a while, carrying those colorful purses in his hand, and he was a little puzzled.

"Ah Cheng, you go back with Sister Wan'er first, and my sister will go back if you pick some more, okay?"

Ah Cheng is not a clingy child, so he followed Su Wan back.

Zhou Jinhuan stood stupidly among the plum blossoms and waited for Xiao Jingzhi.

The way to meet him, she knows this one.

At first, she was standing, but then her legs were really sore, so she sat on the ground with a big grin, and let the cold ground take away the warmth from her.

However, she waited until the sun set, but she still did not wait for anyone.

Standing up and patting the snow on her clothes, she smiled self-deprecatingly: when he didn't do anything out of the ordinary, he was avoiding me with his life, and he probably wouldn't see me for the rest of his life when he did something like yesterday, right?

When the female protagonist turns to leave, the male protagonist will call her affectionately, but happye

di

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But, no.

Zhou Jinhuan kept turning around, turning his head, thinking of seeing his face, but not once, not even hallucinating.

With a full sense of loss, he returned to the Egret Pavilion, but he never thought that he would see Zhao Yu, who he hadn't seen for a long time.

The emotion suddenly jumped out of the loss of Xiaoqing Xiaoai, and instantly turned into a fighting mode of wits and courage: Zhou Jinhuan, you still don't think about love, it's good to stay alive.