Lan Qingchuan was as thin as a paper man, and he couldn't stand the wind. The condition of the illness was detrimental to her face, and her face was silent and cold. Her eyes were beautifully shaped, but they were empty and dull, and they seemed overwhelmed by the fatigue of recent days.

Ou Yanzhe kissed her hand and couldn't help frowning, "How did the bones of the body that I finally raised become so thin." Holding her hands, it was just flesh and bones, cold and fragile.

Lan Qingchuan withdrew his hand, even Joey could see that she was tired and tired, and she didn't even want to be perfunctory.

She was not in a very good state, thoughtful, silent and bitter. Ou Yanzhe looked at her with a sad expression, looking at him with a pair of eyes, but punctual but not on him.

He said no more, and sat beside her for a few more moments.

Although it was the height of summer, the temperature was low at night, especially in such an empty manor, and the wind was blowing cool. The moonlight was just right at night, but Lan Qingchuan couldn't sit outside, even in the bedroom, and her body was tightly wrapped by her white mother.

Originally, she was looking for a book for entertainment, but now Ou Yanzhe is sitting next to her, but she has no desire to read a book, so she can't read it.

She slowly lay down on the pillow behind her, and looked at him silently with her eyes open, wondering why he was still sitting here.

At this glance, it just happened to collide with his line of sight, Ou Yanzhe looked calm and calm, and his eyes were particularly scheming. He is not as aggressive as he is on weekdays, his face is clear and clear, and he shows a little softness and gentleness under the lamp, which is his good leather face.

Lan Qingchuan is also used to seeing his disguise, and he doesn't know what he is thinking about in his heart.

Ou Yanzhe was really wronged by her thinking like this, he was just interested, and threw away the documents in his hand that were covered with the red wax of the king's seal and the family seal, which could be regarded as squeezing time to come and see her, and he was kind.

He smiled lightly, "The time for our wedding has been postponed to two months later. I originally thought that you would be the best to take care of your body, but this is already dragged to the limit, what do you think? ”

Lan Qingchuan heard him talk about this stubble, frowned, was silent for a while, nodded and agreed.

The two of them have been engaged for some time, and the wedding has not been held for a long time, so I can't explain why.

Seeing that she agreed, Ou Yanzhe stood up, "You have a good rest, I will come to see you in a few days." ”

Lan Qingchuan nodded, just as her mother knocked on the door and came in to adjust the room temperature for her, Lan Qingchuan signaled to send him out.

Her mother is not young anymore, her name is Sophie, she has a son and a daughter, she has been carrying her since Lan Qingchuan came to the manor when she was a child, and she is a good woman who is loyal and charitable.

Su Wenmu's mother led Ou Yanzhe, and the car of the Rose Castle was already waiting on the road by the small garden.

As he passed the main staircase of the annex, he stopped. Sophie listened to him and looked up, and it turned out to be several family paintings, moved from the main house of the manor, and her young lady had to look at them when she walked by.

Ou Yanzhe looked at it seriously. Sophie looked at him, smiled, and stood aside.

There are two paintings of Lan Qingchuan and her maternal grandfather, the little girl in her childhood sat quietly on her grandfather's knees, her eyes were transparent and bright, her eyes were black and round, and her forehead was covered with velvet curls, an innocent and lovely appearance, like a doll, and she already had the prototype of a beauty. The other is when she was a teenager, wearing a regular school uniform, long hair, gentle and calm eyes, and her hands on the back of her grandfather's chair, moist and elegant, pure and flawless.