In the empty room, there was a hint of panic in her eyes, and she turned around and walked towards the door.

It was a tall door, intricately carved in gold, and heavy wood. Chu Li pushed it away, and there was a long corridor connected to it. She didn't have a chance to walk up the corridor, and there were people guarding the door, dressed like bodyguards, and there were maids guarding next to her. They are all Caucasians' deep looks, and when they saw her come out, they naturally stopped her.

Chu Li was invited back to the room, but no matter what she said, the woman just shook her head.

The sunlight became dazzling, like flakes of snow. In such a quiet room, her uneasiness grew heavier and heavier.

Ou Yanzhe learned the news after returning from Sir Doug's discussion of affairs, and Lan Qingchuan woke up.

There were extra maids in the room to take care of her food and clothing. She hadn't left since she woke up, and stayed in her room.

There had never been such a young and good-looking Oriental girl in their Rose Castle. The girl had been silent, defensive, and anxious. The maid brought water to freshen her up, and prepared a meal *** to be light, all of which were placed on the tray next to the bed. But the girl remained motionless, resisting their approach, and even the housekeeper here could not get close to her to tidy up her appearance, and the cotton skirt and coat were held in her hands.

"Don't be afraid, miss, we're here to serve you and freshen up." She spoke softly, speaking in French, and the girl looked up, her eyes transparent and faint.

Under the sun, the charm and gentle temperament of an oriental woman came to her face, and she looked at herself and seemed to understand.

The housekeeper took two steps forward, and the girl shook her head, took the towel and wiped her face, not wanting to let them serve by her side, and even combed her own hair.

She was in a coma when she was brought in, and it was a set of pajamas that the maid helped to change, and the clothes on her body were already dirty and sent to the washing room. Now that she's awake, it's not very polite to put on her pajamas again.

Where is Chu Li willing to change clothes under the gaze of so many people, she is unwilling to cooperate, and the steward has no choice, so he handed her the coat and asked her to put it on.

She cleaned up briefly, sat on the chair next to the bed, and remained silent. The maid handed her a tray of white porridge in a porcelain bowl, sprinkled with some dried plums, and a light side dish, all taking into account her oriental tastes.

She shook her head, her stomach empty, but still a little wary.

A room of servants was gone.

When Ou Yanzhe returned to the Rose Castle, he naturally went to see her first.

Joey pushed the door open for him, and there was silence in the room, except for the movement of the maids saluting him.

Ou Yanzhe looked at Lan Qingchuan. The girl sat on a chair, her long hair covering her face, listened to the sound of the door opening, and looked slightly sideways.

The Lan Qingchuan he saw at that time was not as thin as it is now, and his complexion was so white and transparent, as if it had penetrated the sun. Although his face is beautiful, he is a little pale and sickly, and his black hair is lined with some indescribable Chu Chu moving.

She stood up, and Ou Yanzhe smiled at her, "Are you feeling better?" She looked a little surprised, as if she couldn't understand where his slightly familiar tone came from.

In Chu Li's impression, there has never been such a glorious person, bright and noble. He has excellent facial features, and he looks like he is of some oriental blood, but his blonde hair is pure and compelling color.

"You know me?" She looked at his deep blue eyes, and felt that this color was beautiful and rare, but it was indescribably deep as the sea.