The autumn breeze is bleak, and the forests are dyed.

In the shade of the trees on both sides of the road, there are some dead leaves that have not been cleaned in time. The autumn breeze blows, and those fallen leaves roll and dance, fluttering and scattering with broken steps, vaguely telling the parting of summer.

It was six days after Mu Xiaolei saw the email from Carlisle Jewelry.

She put her phone back in her shoulder bag, picked up a yellow and green leaf on the side of the road, smiled lightly on the corner of her lips, and walked towards Yishuiyuan Villa.

It was nearly dusk, and Han Wei did not come back. Mu Xiaolei went back to the bedroom, took out a jewelry design book from the shelf, and put the fallen leaf in casually.

Thinking of the email just now, the dimples on her cheeks gradually ......

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