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Xirong Ziye knew in his heart that he was already sorry for Bai Yaoyao, and he really didn't want to be sorry for another woman, even if he was already sorry, he actually wanted to make up for it, but in addition to love, he might not really be able to give Xia Mu Qingyan love.

He just saw the shadow of his first love in his youth through Xia Mu Qingyan.

After a while, someone came to report that Xia Mu Qingyan insisted on seeing him and did not leave.

Xirong Ziye sighed as he escaped the green smoke, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he seemed to have a melancholy that could not be dissolved.

"Tell her that I won't see her, let her go back"

"Yes"

Then Xirong Ziye turned his steps and said to his subordinates: "Let's leave from the side door."

"Yes"

Xirong Ziye wanted to go to the White Courtyard to have a look, and he always felt that there were traces of Bai Yaoyao in the White Courtyard, he just wanted to find a trace of comfort there.

went to the White Courtyard, Xirong Ziye called the maid who had taken care of Bai Yaoyao closely, and began to ask carefully about Bai Yaoyao's daily life in the White Courtyard.

"White girl, when she is okay on weekdays, she likes to read books and study food."

"White girl, when she makes a new dish, she always tastes it many times, and when she tastes her own mouth, she tastes it again the next day, until she reaches the feeling in her heart, and then she will make it for the president to eat."

"There is a picture of the president and her in the White Girl's purse, which I discovered by accident once, and the White Girl will often take it out to see."

"When the white girl sees the news about the president and Miss Natsuki, she always secretly hurts herself, but she doesn't say anything."

"White girl, sometimes she cries secretly."

"The white girl sometimes cries, but when the president comes, she will quietly wipe away her tears, and she will still cook for you, the president."

"The White Girl knows all your preferences, President"

Xirong Ziye thought that he was here to find traces of Bai Yaoyao's life in Bai Yuan, but listening to it, it made his heart constantly ache, and he suddenly felt a little breathless.

He didn't know that he had made her so sad, he knew that he had hurt her very badly, but could he still get her back

This time, he really wanted to make up for Yaoyao.

He silently said in his heart: "Yaoyao, I'm sorry, you have been waiting for me before, this time I am waiting for you, I am good for you, okay"

But even if he kept silently thinking in his heart, no one answered him, and he didn't know Bai Yaoyao's answer.

Xirong Ziye covered his heart, feeling that it was so uncomfortable, as if his heart was very empty, as if he had dropped something too important.

Unconsciously, a tear slipped from the corner of Xirong Ziye's eyes, and when it landed on the back of Xirong Ziye's hand, his expression changed, did he actually cry

It is said that the man does not flick when he has tears, just because he has not reached the sad place, has he reached the sad place?

He took the sweater, buried his head in the sweater, and kept asking in his heart: Yaoyao, where are you, did you deliberately make it impossible for me to find it

He hadn't had time to be nice to Bai Yaoyao before, and he wanted to make up for it all in the future.

Sometimes he always felt that he had made the right choice, but he didn't realize that Bai Yaoyao had always been in his heart, and it was also this hospitalization, and this time he calmed down quietly, so that he deeply understood where the direction of his heart was, and also made him understand who the person he cared about the most in his heart was.

After sitting in the White Courtyard for a long time, Xirong Ziye issued a first-level order to the forces under his name, demanding that Bai Yaoyao be found, that she be found by any means, and that she must not be harmed. 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or publisher.