"Soon." Gong Shu said casually, he has grown up on this dark and boundless road since he was a child, and has accumulated enough courage and skill, and after many years of domination, it seems that there is nothing that can stump him, and his whole person has always been like an ancient well without waves, and he has become a chest.

"Stop standing here and go back to your room for a good rest. Chu Li, you don't need to worry about this kind of thing at all. ”

Gong Shu looked at her pale and immature face, obedient and weak, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of gentleness and elegance. He rolled his gaze, "Go back." ”

Miyachi treats her too well, too well than expected. Their master has never been so kind to a person, domineering and tolerant, imprisoned and protective.

In order to keep her by her side, unscrupulous means.

Chu Li was so confused that he didn't know anything and was taken on the ship. There will be a storm on the Finnish green island, and their itinerary has been brought forward again.

The days at sea are really monotonous and boring, and Chu Li spends most of his time by Miyachi Ruo's side. He looked more gloomy and silent than ever.

The ship was tossed and turned at sea, and it was not known where it was going.

Chu Li looked at the splashing water droplets on the porthole, stared at it for a long time, and then fell asleep for a while. She lay meekly beside Miyachi Ruo, on the same beauty couch as him. She tilted her head slightly, her breathing was shallow, and he could see her as soon as he raised his eyes.

The room is not cold, and there is a contemplative aromatherapy burning.

Gong Chiruo put down the information in his hand, this is the information about the Lan family compiled by Gong Shu, and there are recent movements of the Lan family. This time, he was going to face the Lan clan.

It's a very risky choice, and one that you have to do.

Lan is at the center of the power vortex in France, and this kind of timing is the most favorable for Miyachi. Since the Lan family knew Lan Qingchuan's whereabouts, it was naturally inevitable that there would be a fierce battle with the Gong family. If Gong Chi will not allow anyone to take away his first Li.

Chu Li frowned in her sleep, she sighed softly, not knowing what she dreamed of.

Miyaikeruo gently hugged her over and let her head rest on his lap. He touched her long hair, and her face was beautiful and cold to the bone. Recently, a layer of depression has shrouded his eyebrows and eyes, which is too dark and dangerous, but it can't detract from his extreme beauty.

He whispered her name, meaningless, just a name that belonged to him alone.

Chu Li couldn't hear or respond to him.

She has been dreaming a lot lately, vague dreams, images that pass by in an instant, and she can't grasp it. She saw over and over again the girl who couldn't see her face clearly, her lonely back, so young, and her body so sad. She stood silently beside the old man, like a young flower growing on the edge of the ancient tower.

Chu Li also felt sad, this was a gray dream, the story of the dream I don't know whose it was, and it was so familiar and empathetic, attracting her to go.

She tried so hard to grasp it, but the scene in the dream was so fast-changing that by the time she came back to her senses, a long time had passed.

She saw the red clouds of cherry blossoms, blooming and pink, and under the trees stood young men and women, all laughing, but she could not hear any laughter. The cherry blossoms rain down one after another, forming a long river of pink. The people on the other end are so far apart.

After the thousands of flowers, everything passed quietly, and it was so calm that it was just a dream.

A trace of wetness quietly appeared in the corner of Chu Li's eyes, and Gong Chiruo reached out to wipe away the tears and covered her with a cotton blanket.