Lan Qingchuan tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Aunt Ling, Brother Ling." "He was in poor spirits, and his face was as pale as snow, with some bluish white. Her bandages had not been removed, and her whole person looked very weak, like a fragile piece of white paper.

Ling Haofeng sat on the sofa next to him with his mother, looking worried, and looked at the plaster cast on her right arm, "How do you feel?" Does it still hurt? What do doctors say? ”

She shook her head, her voice hoarse, "It doesn't hurt." Mrs. Ling took pity on her, "Okay, don't talk, your big brother Ling is not serious, you are not in good spirits, so don't speak." We'll see if you're back. ”

Lan Qingchuan touched the hard plaster on his right hand, and suddenly remembered the past more than ten years ago. She was very young, had just lost her mother, and on a lonely night, she had been unwittingly abducted by a planned kidnapping, and she still remembered the dark, damp, cold and bitter nature of the place. She thought at that time, if she slept like this, she would probably be able to see her mother. In despair, when she was finally rescued, she was already dying.

The history is so strikingly similar, she is a little confused about living in the past or in the present.

She said softly, with a little self-deprecation, her expression was so low, "Aunt Ling, I think about my journey all the way, but I am often accompanied by bad luck. When I was a child, I grew up, but I still can't get rid of it, I can't escape. ”

Such a young girl said such uncomfortable words about the vicissitudes of life. Madame Ling covered her gray lips, "Silly child, how can you say such unlucky words." Who can predict the blessings and misfortunes. Don't think about it in the future, it will ruin the blessing. ”

With a hint of moisture in her eyes, she quietly sank her head into the pillow, "Aunt Ling, Brother Ling, I'm just too sad." Her hair had been repaired, and her long, messy hair had been cut shorter after the fall, and the wound on her forehead had left some thin bangs. She stretched out her left hand to cover her eyes, and in such bright sunlight, her eyes were extremely sour.

Madam Ling could only look at Ling Haofeng. He sat in silence and didn't speak, and his mother looked over, and he sighed slowly, only to encourage her, "Qingchuan, you have always been strong, you have enough time to fade this blow and come out on your own." His gaze fell on her injured right hand again, and the eyes were so dark that they resembled the kindness and tolerance of her mother. He couldn't bear to look at it anymore, remembered something, took out a peace charm, and took the temperature in his pocket. He put this into her palm and smiled, "Mother begged in the temple, I want to keep you safe and safe for your life." ”

She squeezed the little peace charm, and her voice came from the pillow in a low voice, "Thank you." ”

obviously grew up in such a noble family, but God seems to have a lot of difficulties for this girl, and she has always been alone all the way.

Mrs. Ling and Ling Haofeng sat for a while before leaving, and Lan Qingchuan slept peacefully in front of them. She was extremely tired, and this accident caught her off guard, and she was a little caught off guard for a while.

Half a month later, Han Luochen came to see her. The young man who hasn't seen him for a long time seems to have grown a lot all of a sudden, with a little gloom in his eyes, and a little less vitality.

He looked very bad, his face was very pale, his eyebrows and eyes were getting darker, and he looked even more aggressive.

He came in a thick down coat and a royal blue scarf, and he didn't take off his mask when he came in. He said to the butler, "I'll see her and leave." ”