The banquet ended at midnight, and a car was sent from the manor to pick her up and Lan He, as did her white mother. The wind was a little strong in the evening, and the air was cold, so my mother was careful and brought her a coat. She took it and draped it on top of the dress, lowered her head and buttoned it, and suddenly raised her eyes to meet Ou Yanzhe's gaze.

The man stood in the light, not far away, with his butler beside him. Maybe it was because the light was too soft, but at that glance, it seemed as if he was smiling at her, which was very different from what he had seen before.

With just one glance, he turned his head to speak to Filipor, who was seeing off the guests under the corridor of the ballroom.

Lan Qingchuan didn't think much about it, and bent down to get into the car.

The days passed day by day, and Lan Qingchuan was still closed in the manor, and he didn't see any guests. The family doctor advised her not to be sad and recuperate, and to recuperate with peace of mind to help her recover.

Lan Qingchuan has always been as calm as water, and even her white mother can't see any mood swings. She is very obedient, she remembers the doctor's words, and also cooperates with the kitchen meal arrangement, no matter how bitter the taste of the medicinal soup is, she can drink it without changing her face. In the huge manor, she became more and more silent. She seems to have too many things in her heart, and no one knows about them. She hid deep by herself and didn't tell anyone.

Her body had recovered, and her skin had faded from its excessively pale and sickly fragility to a healthy glow. The white mother sat in her seat and combed her hair, her hair an inch long, and the jet-black soft drape around her neck. A few days ago, her hair was dull, far less lustrous than it is now.

At the beginning of the day again, the morning sun was clean and bright, and the breeze blew through the window, and the curtains of the buddy veil were gently raised. She sat reading a book, and the only sound in her ears was the sound of a bristle comb brushing through her hair.

She got up early and was going to visit her grandfather today. Lan He was careful about her few scheduled activities, took it to heart, and arranged a car to take her there. But she didn't expect that what happened later was far beyond her expectations.

Lan He was very dedicated to her affairs, and he also sat in the car, because he was not worried about her, he wanted to accompany her, and he happened to visit the old gentleman. His face was clear and gentle, and his smile was sincere, and Lan Qingchuan didn't think much about it.

The Lan family's hospital is not far away, she has been there many times, and she always feels that it is wrong, and it has been a long time. She looked up at the window, the familiar scenery, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Lan He noticed her movements and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

She shook her head, but the uneasiness and alertness in her heart did not dissipate.

Lan He looked at her and smiled.

The time was stretched longer and longer, but the hospital was nowhere to be seen, and the speed of the car did not decrease, and it kept moving forward.

The car seemed to have changed to another fragrance, Lan Qingchuan half-closed his eyes, feeling that his strength was slowly draining, and his sleepiness was getting deeper and deeper.

When she woke up again, she knew she was on the road.

It was dark, except for a light in the corner. The lights were so dim that I could only faintly see a figure sitting there.

Lan Qingchuan stood up, and under him was a heavy mattress, which was cold. Where she had been lying, she couldn't feel the temperature at all.

She knew what she was doing.

In the darkness, the man stood up, his footsteps soft, and said in a smiling and cold voice, "I found you, Chu Li." ”

She was startled, surprised by his indifferent voice and dark gray eyes.