On her lap was a book she used to read, and at hand was a boiled Chinese medicine, which had just been brought in, and it was still very hot, and the servant brought her snacks, as well as honey-stained plums. Her family doctor did not advise her to take too much Western medicine, fearing that she would develop drug dependence from time to time.

The sequelae of her body, it hurts and even breathing. No one else knows the extent of this sharp pain, but the doctors all know it. can't use medicine, Lan Qingchuan only endured it stubbornly, and didn't say a word. Even if she said it, she could only feel it herself. Sequelae, the nerve pain caused by the disease cannot be suppressed by drugs, there is no way, you can only look at the acquired conditioning. Obviously, it has recovered well in the past few years, but it has been frequent recently, which has caused a group of people in the manor to be anxious.

Her study has been emptied, leaving some books for simple pastime, her documents and materials, and professional textbooks, all of which have been moved out by Lan Yuanli. Lan Yuanli was too worried about her, her physical state could only recuperate now, and she couldn't hurt her mind anymore.

Fortunately, Lan Qingchuan listened, and she always listened to him.

After the New Year, the Lan Manor became more popular. There will be a lot of people who will post to visit Lan Yuanli, including the directors of the upper echelons of the Lan family, and he will start to get busy again.

Ou Yanzhe has also been here a few times. Lan Qingchuan was embarrassed and drank tea with him a few times. There is no topic between the two, and there are thousands of gullies in his heart, and he is scheming in every way. And her heart is as calm as the Dead Sea, and there are no waves.

She really didn't want to see him, and when she saw him, his calculations, persecution, and pressure would clearly surface in her mind, making her exhausted.

It was the day she tried on her engagement dress, and the designer arrived, and their gear filled a small living room.

A total of more than a dozen sets of dresses were designed, all of which were in the classical style of the French court, gorgeous and draggy, looking very beautiful, but wearing extremely heavy.

This group of sassy and arrogant white designers were busy around her, looking at her from head to toe, examining her, not missing any detail of her body. They needed to change the waistline of the dress because she had lost a bit of weight, and they even asked her dietitian to give her nutrients so that she could support the beautiful outfits.

She looked at herself in the mirror, silent, looking at each other, her eyes scrutinizing again.

This is no longer what she used to be. Thin, silent, and even cold under the eyes. The face is still the same as before, the eyebrows and eyes are long, pale, like the sketch in the painting, and there is not even some vivid color. She looked quiet and indifferent, like a middle-aged man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life, obviously still so young, but her eyes were old, sharp, and sinking.

Such good-looking clothes only accentuate her pale complexion when worn on her body.

These people made her smile, it was a pleasure to be engaged, not to mention, the person she was going to marry was the young marquis of great reputation.

She smiled, and laughed so well that they could not see the gloom, the depression, and her reluctance in the laughter.

How could she be willing. In the end, her marriage is still dominated by the family and interfered by the family. This is where she grew up, this is the Lan family's big estate that shelters her, the place she loves. Even if there is nothing she can do, she will only do her best to protect it.

In front of the family and relatives, there was no reluctance, even at the cost of her marriage, even if she hurt Han Luochen, she also hurt herself.

Marrying Ou Yanzhe, she accepted her fate.