Cheng Yuxuan always smiled, but the smile was very unclear, and the beautiful lights fell in his eyes, which made him even more amorous.

He didn't say anything, but suddenly he got up with her in his arms and walked straight to the inner room.

The bead curtain was lifted and lowered, as if blown by the wind, shaking out a colorful wave.

Vera stood on the roof opposite, right in front of the window, taking in everything in the room.

But she always watched quietly, without saying or moving.

She didn't comb her hair, she was covered with soft green silk, and the cold wind blew and fluttered with the wind.

The scenery inside the house is beautiful, but the people in the house have never noticed that outside the window, a faint red light crosses, like the light of fireworks, brilliant for a moment, and then withered.

East Palace

Zhen Zhen sat in the gazebo, and there was a stack of rice paper on the stone table in front of her, which she slowly opened one by one, each with two names written on it.

Zhen Zhen, Cheng Yuxuan......

On the snow-white paper, the two names stand side by side, but the writing is crooked and very different.

"Tsk, it's really ugly, this is an ant crawling, right?"

"Keep practicing, when the names of the two of us are written, Brother Xuan will teach you to write something else."

Zhen Zhen put the stack of rice paper aside with an expressionless face, and took a piece of white paper next to her that had never been written.

Picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and slowly fell, writing very slowly.

This time, she only wrote three words: Cheng Yuxuan.

She has practiced these three words for a long time, and at least every stroke is no longer crooked.

Originally, I wanted to write it to Brother Xuan today.

But now it doesn't seem to be needed.

She smelled it today, and when he woke up that day, it was the smell on his sister, it was from the sister he was holding, it was very fragrant, but she hated it.

Because the smell was very similar to the smell of her mother and those aunts in the house, she knew that it was the fragrance of fat powder.

Do all men like this scent?

Daddy is, and so is Brother Xuan.

But it seems that Brother Wan Qi is not, and my sister doesn't have that kind of fat powder taste, but Brother Wan Qi still likes my sister very much.

The pen in her hand paused, looked at her own writing, looked at it for a long time, and then put it down.

Actually, she already understood.

Although she is still old, her experience has made her sensitive to emotions.

When she saw him kissing that sister, she felt the stinging pain of the thin needle in her heart.

She also has an older brother at home, and she knows that this feeling is definitely not something that her sister will have for her brother.

But what can she do, she is still like this, and Brother Xuan just treats her as a sister.

Feeling uncomfortable in her heart, she touched her heart.

Then he put the paper with Cheng Yuxuan's name written on it and the other pieces of paper together, and didn't look at it again, only his fingertips fell on it, and in the next moment, a stack of rice paper turned into cigarette ash.

Just as she just understood, she had to let go of her love

She sat in the pavilion all night, and when it was almost morning, she waited in front of Wan Qichen's bedroom.

The door of the palace opened, Wan Qichen came out with Qin Jiu in his arms, and when he saw the girl standing in front of the door, even Wan Qianchen was stunned.

Qin Jiu jumped onto Wan Qianchen's shoulder, and looked at the girl with red eyes and some dark circles under her eyes in surprise, "Zhen Zhen, what's wrong with you?" ”

Zhen Zhen pursed her lower lip and said in a low voice: "Sister, I have already thought about it, I want to go to Chen Country with you." ”