When Ou Yanzhe returned, he went to see her. She has been asleep since she was rescued, frowning between her brows, her face is white and haggard, and she looks like a delicate dummy.

Joey has already seen a doctor, the problem is very big, her body is badly empty, although she is recovering well, but in the end it is fundamentally injured. The rest will have to wait until she wakes up and goes for another check-up.

The girl slept unsteadily, her body curled up slightly, forming an arc in the quilt. This is an unconscious and rather defensive posture.

Ou Yanzhe had some pity and stepped forward to pull the quilt on her body for her.

Out of the room, Joey followed him. Ou Yanzhe went straight from the corridor to the flower hall. A beautiful couch in the hall is his exclusive seat, and he has been dealing with things here for many years.

"How is she?"

Joey said it truthfully, probably Lan Yuanli was distressed when he knew it.

"A lot of things are up to the world, it's a pity." Ou Yanzhe took the brewed flower tea, the light aroma, the refreshing flowers and leaves, the heat curling.

Lan Qingchuan, this girl, he had never seen before Margaret Academy, but he knew that there was such a girl in the Lan family, who came from the ancient East, was raised by Lan Zongrong himself, and was loved by him very much.

Margaret Academy's fate with her is something only he remembers. What impressed me a lot was her eyes, clear and pale black, I had never seen such beautiful eyes, with the elegance and subtlety of an Oriental, and a slightly cold calm and gentle. He remembered her picturesque eyebrows, but when he met him later, she obviously didn't remember much.

Originally, her life should have been calm and traceless, and flowers bloomed all over the smooth road. She is capable enough to withstand the boundless prosperity of the Great Lan Clan, but no one can predict the blessings and misfortunes.

She watched a lot of things, and it was evident from the wrist she landed on the pillow. There were scars on her hands, which had almost faded, and there were still some marks, probably deep enough wounds to heal at the time.

Chu Li felt that she had slept for a long time, and when she opened her eyes, it was a completely unfamiliar place. She was slashed by Gong Shu's palm, and she woke up the next day after many days of chaos and sleepiness at sea.

Nice quiet place with a nice aroma in the air.

The blackness in front of her eyes dissipated a little, and thousands of rays of sunlight spilled into her eyes in an instant. She narrowed her eyes and sat up.

Beneath him is a large soft bed, decorated with vintage sumptuous ornaments, and draped with a transparent and soft tulle curtain. The windows were open, and the veils were fluttering.

It doesn't look like it's Miyachiruo's here, and Miyachiruo won't use such a complicated and gorgeous and valuable thing. The room was large, well-lit, and the sunlight was pouring in, and the golden ornamentation was shining.

She lifted the curtain and got out of bed, with slippers at her feet, and the floor was covered with a luxurious and heavy carpet, the texture was delicate and atmospheric, and it was soft to step on, and there was no sound at all.

She walked to the window, and the blue sky and the green of the blue field broke into her sight in an instant. In the distance, there are sparkling scales, a flock of birds flying in the air, and a few grains of light dust are rolled in the sunlight, colorful, slightly dazzling.

She took a few steps back, and looked up to see the tall golden dome, painted with stories of religious figures, rich and valuable. The strangeness and fear suddenly grabbed her, and she shouted tremblingly, "Miyachi Ruo? The voice is thin, and it can echo in the room, but no one answers. She shouted Gong Shu's name again, the same result.