Lan Qingchuan's reaction was cold, she didn't even smile. Ou Yanzhe sat down beside her, looked at her snow-white face, and frowned, "How is your health lately?" Your face looks bad. ”

"I'm fine." She shook her head, if he hadn't forced her, she probably wouldn't have been so haggard and sad.

"You don't look like you're fine, don't be perfunctory to me." His eyes were cold, like a deep sea, and there was no light.

"Miss Lan, marriage can only go on with two people."

She raised her hand and slowly supported her forehead, unwilling to listen to this, very defensive and depressed.

"I know, Marquis, I don't need you to remind me."

As soon as he heard this, he suddenly sighed, "Although everyone takes what he needs, you still complain about me." Miss Lan, is it because you have a heart that I destroy? ”

"Ou Yanzhe." She frowned, her head aching for a moment, she didn't want to continue the conversation, and she didn't want him to poke her already scarred heart with it.

She was in pain and tired.

She called him by name, indifferently: "Is it okay to stop here?" Now that I've made my choice, I won't regret it. The Han family has nothing to do with me anymore. Stop it, from now on, I'm probably going to never see this person again. In the last sentence, the voice was inaudible.

"Don't go out of your way to deal with him, come and warn me."

He smiled slowly, the kind of satisfaction that had achieved his goal.

Lan Qingchuan didn't look at him anymore, and walked out of the hall, it was cold and snowy outside, she put on her coat, walked quickly, and disappeared in a moment.

Lan Qingchuan didn't want to see him, but he always had a way to meet her.

The Lan family had a turbulent year, but fortunately, Lan Yuanli turned the tide, coupled with the family marriage, Langlak also invested money to help, and finally stabilized.

At the beginning of the new year, the surroundings are still icy and snowy. Lan Yuanli pushed off the matter and stayed in the manor to keep an eye on her. Because of her neglect to recuperate at the end of the year, her mood fluctuated, and her face looked very pale and haggard. Lan Yuanli was not at ease, in fact, he also knew in his heart that Lan Qingchuan didn't want to let himself work hard, they were close relatives, the closest people, everyone had someone in their hearts, and they all loved each other.

Lan Qingchuan had just lost her grandfather, and her heart was difficult to calm down, painful and afraid. She lost her beautiful and gentle mother when she was young, and now she has no grandfather who raised her, and she almost collapses. Except for the cold and stern Fang Yuzhong, there was only one relative left in Lan Yuanli.

A big family should be reunited, but the huge Lan manor, graceful and noble, unattainable, only Lan Yuanli and her, in addition, is the unchanged scenery and boundless deserted.

She had long thought that she was strong and calm enough, from a lonely and bleak childhood to a quiet and peaceful teenager, she should be calm and unfazed, and her heart should be armored. But in fact, her heart is fragile and soft, and she is not half damaged by her beloved relatives. Now, even the body can't stand the cold anymore.

She had been suffering from headaches for a long time, and the pain was terrible, and it had recently gotten worse to the point where she needed to take painkillers. She is still so young, but her foundation is badly damaged, dizzy, insomnia, and sick.

She sat in front of the bright floor-to-ceiling window, the curtains drawn, the heavy warm colors, and some winter sunshine outside the window. She sat in a soft chair, covered with a blanket from her white mother, and her neck was tightly covered.