So Song Yihuan apologized as soon as possible.

Chu Shuolan saw Song Yihuan sitting in the farthest place from him, and apologized as soon as he got into the carriage, and did not rush to explain the reason.

This couldn't help but make his mood better.

But the other party seemed to be too far away from him.

Chu Shuolan's lips moved: "Come here." ”

"Huh?"

Song Yihuan was still driving away the cold on his body, and he was also feeling guilty in his heart.

Hearing Chu Shuolan's words, there was a confused look on his face.

"Sit down." Chu Shuolan repeated the words again.

Song Yihuan waved his hand: "No, I have a cold on my body." ”

This also explains why she sits so far away.

Her words made Chu Shuolan's eyes disappear.

"Young master, are you going home?"

Outside the carriage, Ryuzo's inquiry sounded.

"Go home."

A cold, flat voice sounded from inside the carriage.

Ryuzo immediately sat down in front of the carriage, pulled the reins to turn around, and returned the way he was going.

Long Wu and the others followed behind.

Inside the carriage, Chu Shuolan looked at Song Yihuan for a while, and spoke again: "Sit here, it's warm here." ”

It was the third time he had spoken and said the same thing.

Song Yihuan is not a person who doesn't know what to do, so he got up and walked towards Chu Shuolan.

There was a small table in the center of the carriage, and when she got closer, she knew what the other party meant by the warmth here.

She sat beside Chu Shuolan and looked at the small table in front of her, which was a small table with exquisite workmanship with a hollow front.

There is a pot of coals on the inside of the table, and the charcoal fire is burning red, and just looking at it makes people feel warm.

As soon as Song Yihuan sat down, Chu Shuolan reached out and touched her little hand.

Feeling the warmth, he said gently: "Your hands are so cold, what about the hand warmer you brought when you left the house?" ”

"It seems to be at Ryugo's."

Song Yihuan thought about it and said.

She remembered that when she left, she saw Long Wu holding a hand warmer in her hand, which was the one she put on the table when she was eating melon seeds.

Chu Shuolan replied lightly and said that he knew, but he didn't let go of Song Yihuan's hand.

The people who had been waiting all night now saw it, and the previous low mood was also relieved, and Chu Shuolan felt a little tired.

He took Song Yihuan's hand, slowly leaned to the side and closed his eyes.

Even in the candlelit carriage, Song Yihuan could still see that his face was pale.

When he left at noon, Chu Shuolan's complexion was not bad, but now he was pale, and even the strength to hold her hand was not as strong as last night.

She raised her eyes and stared at Chu Shuolan's closed eyes, with a distressed look in her eyes.

Why did this teenager come to pick her up?

said that he liked her, but Song Yihuan never believed it.

After reading the book "Sheng Shimou", she can be said to have watched Chu Shuolan grow up, and she knows too well how cold, hard, and difficult his heart is.

Whether it is his Zhilan like jade, the elegant side of a noble son, or his forced blackening, brutal and extremely cruel methods, Song Yihuan can't get up any disgust.

She has distress, admiration, and appreciation for him.

The sixteen-year-old boy never lost himself in everything he faced, and it was only when he was implicated in the people around him and cornered that he used his own means to eliminate those who were not good for him.

Although cruel, this is the law of the jungle, and if he doesn't fight back, he will die.

Song Yihuan shook Chu Shuolan back and held her hand, thinking of the words with Song Nuoyan, she pursed her lips and smiled softly.

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