Di Beiyu's eyes condensed slightly, and he slowly walked towards her, "What are you standing here doing so early?" ”

Hearing the voice, she immediately turned around, "Didn't you say it was good yesterday, and you want to make up for today's time?" ”

If there is anything different about her, there is no specificity, it is still the same face and the same makeup, but the corners of the eyebrows and eyes seem to reveal a bit of bright vividness, which is obviously different from the lifeless appearance a while ago.

Although this difference in temperament is difficult to describe concretely.

Di Beiyu originally wanted to say that he didn't agree, but in the end he nodded, "Where do you want to go?" ”

The woman's black and white eyes jumped into a little smile, and she said briskly: "Get out of the palace, you said you want to take me out of the palace." ”

"Well, I'm going to change my clothes."

Su Miao followed him into the Longyin Palace, but the man entered the inner hall, and she was embarrassed to stare at the other people's clothes to change clothes, so she turned around the outer hall boredly twice, and finally stopped by the bookshelf and flipped through a book to read.

When I pulled out the book, I accidentally knocked over the wooden box next to it.

There was a thud......

Su Miao was startled and hurriedly bent down to pick it up.

But at this glance, his gaze was completely frozen.

It's all paintings......

All of them were women dressed in purple......

If these two points are not enough to make people feel amorous, then the bun on the woman's head, the accessories on her waist, everything is exactly the same as she used to be, including the small mole on her ring finger, which even she didn't pay much attention to.

But these paintings are either backs or silhouettes, or obscured by the eaves or flowers, or unfinished at first glance......

Without exception, none of the faces were contoured.

Su Miao's eyelashes trembled.

He is...... I forgot what she was like, so I couldn't put pen to paper?

Still is...... I remember too well to put pen to paper?

"What are you doing?"

Until the low voice behind him sounded, Su Miao's breath stagnated, and he stood up in a hurry.

"I didn't mean to...... I just wanted to read a book, and I accidentally knocked over this ......"

Di Beiyu glanced at it with low eyes, his eyes did not change, and when he saw that she was about to bend down to tidy up again, he grabbed her hand in time, "Don't get it, let Lin Shan come in and tidy it up." ”

Su Minuo nodded, "...... That's what you painted? ”

The man's smiling gaze glanced at her, "I said it was painted by someone else, do you believe it?" ”

"Did you draw me?"

"You're still knowingly addicted?"

“………”

She barely managed to keep her smile, and just as she was about to speak, she heard the man say indifferently: "What was a few years ago, I won't waste this time now." If you look at these two paintings and feel that I have no feelings for you, you don't need to be bothered like this. ”

The only smile left on Su Miao's face froze.

Di Beiyu was leading her out, sensing her sudden pause, and glanced back at her, but the woman lowered her eyelids and couldn't see the bottom of her eyes clearly, "You don't need to remind me all the time, you don't like me now—I have self-knowledge." ”

She's just, holding on to a little bit of luck.

Because there is no queen.

Because maybe there is no love for love.

The two boulders that had pressed against her chest were gone, so she had a little hope and wanted to ...... Resume.

She didn't naively think that after five years, he would still love her as always.