After a while, I saw how many times Xiling Lan dreamed of the home that he could only go back to.

It is a garden that is almost comparable to the gardens of American countries, with pavilions and landscapes everywhere.

This is the home that Xiling Lan has never left since she was born and crossed over, she was born here, grew up here, and left her footprints, laughter and tears in every corner of the garden.

Revisiting the hometown, looking at the grass and trees that are familiar to the heart, Xiling Lan has mixed tastes in his heart.

Xiao Luo's gaze shook suddenly, the scenery in front of him was originally a condescending sight, but now it is slowly getting closer, and it should have fallen from mid-air.

Sure enough, after a while, Xiao Luo's vision stabilized, and she should have landed in the center of the garden.

I don't know how she got it, it was originally heavily guarded, and when a small bird flew in, the guards and ubiquitous surveillance cameras would be alarmed, and there was no movement at the moment.

Xiling Lan didn't bother to think about what kind of high-tech this was, and only told Xiaoluo the route, crossed a few rockeries and small bridges, and saw a small and exquisite courtyard.

This is Xiling Lan's former boudoir, she has lived here since she was sensible, and it looks antique on the outside, but the facilities inside are the most advanced and comfortable.

Xiao Luo didn't push the door open, but calmly entered through the wall.

With the help of her sight, Xiling Lan immediately found that she was gone, and the decorations and furnishings in the room were the same as when she was there.

The house was spotless, the white pure wool carpet was quietly spread on the floor, the windows were slightly open, and several delicate baskets hung on them, which were planted with all kinds of rare plants brought back from the previous Xilin Blue expedition.

In the vase in the living room, there are flowers that are still with dewdrops, and in the fruit pot are placed several kinds of fruits that Xiling Lan likes to eat, all of which are washed cleanly, exuding a burst of fruity fragrance.

The door of the cloakroom was open, and there were a few pieces of clothing scattered on the ground, Xiling Lan looked familiar, and thought about it carefully, he was still in a hurry to go out, and the clothes he changed were discarded on the ground.

I have always disliked that people have touched their clothes without their consent, so the clothes are still lying on the ground, as if they are still waiting for the return of the owner.

The breath in the room is clean, the faint floral and fruity fragrance is intertwined, and it is exquisite and elegant everywhere, which is very in line with the identity of Xiling Lan's modern chaebol princess.

If an outsider sees this house, he will never believe that the owner of this house has passed away a long time ago.

This carefully maintained the illusion that the owner of the house was still alive and seemed to be able to come back at any time, and the love and reluctance behind this made Xiling Lan's heart shrink for a while, and tears poured out at once.

Chu Tianmu looked at Lan Er and only woke up for a while, and then fell asleep again, and an ominous premonition suddenly crept into his heart.

Trembling, he stretched out his hand under Xiling Lan's nose, fortunately, although his breath was shallow, the warm breath made Chu Tianmu's heart relax a little.

It's just that it's still not right, even if Lan'er's internal injuries have not healed, she won't stay asleep all the time.

In the past few days, Lan'er has been sleeping longer and longer, and the time he has been awake has been getting shorter and shorter, he thought it was because he was too tired, but now it seems that this is not the case.

I don't know why, Chu Tianmu suddenly remembered the face with a weird smile after Hei Ugly Mu's death.

For the first time, he couldn't control his panic, Chu Tianmu once again reached out to check Xiling Lan's pulse, and the pulse beat was slightly weaker than a few days ago, if it wasn't for him **** to check the pulse, he was afraid that this slight difference would be ignored.