She was obviously recovering from a serious illness and did not look like she was suffering from the cold.

The huge foyer was too bright, with lively music and a gathering of the most powerful and famous people from all over Paris. Lan Qingchuan looked up, and there were countless unfamiliar faces. She gestured and smiled back at the gentlemen and ladies who greeted her. There are too many people, but she still has Lan Yuanli by her side to deal with it, so she won't be too tired.

Banquets were always boring and noisy, and she and her friends sat by the window, low-key and relatively quiet. Filip has always been a good player in the lively atmosphere, and Lan Qingchuan was also amused by him a few times. None of them deliberately mentioned her experience in the past year, and tried to say something happy to her. A lot of things have happened in more than a year, such as Jacqueline getting her wish to catch up with the most handsome boy in the school before graduation, such as Filipfer getting engaged, and Martha entering the family business.

Everyone had stepped into a new life, and they all looked so happy, and she felt happy.

Among the people of the same generation, Ou Yanzhe seems to be the most brilliant. He was so young, but he had already inherited the throne, held the military power in his hands, and was loved and trusted by Queen Centwa.

"It's not that he's taken it for any good," "and the old lady of the Prince of Sheedon is worried about his marriage." ”

Ou Yanzhe naturally came tonight, and in the front hall, he was bowing his head and talking to someone, with a smile. The entire banquet hall, except for the host Lan Yuanli, was surrounded by the characters around him.

Lan Qingchuan glanced at it and retracted his gaze.

There is no moon tonight and the clouds are dim. The hall was too noisy, and Jacqueline suggested that she take a walk outside. On the night of July, in the Lan family's manor, it is inevitable to carry humid heat.

The lawn was freshly manicured, and you could still smell the grass, which had just been sprinkled with water. Lan Qingchuan took them for a walk around the lake next to the clock tower, and the outside was to be cleaner and cooler, and some natural wind blew over.

Ou Yanzhe came over to greet her. When he found the Rose Clock Tower, Lan Qingchuan was sitting on a stone bench under the pavilion with a few friends, his back was slender, his long hair was winding, and his exposed arms were snow-white and clear.

She's so much thinner than she was at Rose Castle.

Filipfer is talking about a pastry shop that Martha bought, one of the busiest streets in downtown Paris with a good reputation. Lan Qingchuan had just tasted it a while ago, and Martha baked it herself, and it was still warm when she brought it.

She smiled and replied, "It does taste good." ”

In the quiet flow of the night, her smile is calm and clear, as before. She doesn't remember this past fate, but Ou Yanzhe remembers it clearly.

The young marquis held the stone pillar and smiled softly at them, "We had a good chat, how about telling me?" ”

Filipor snorted, "Hiko, how did you deal with those people?" He reached out and put his hand on his shoulder, and Ou Yanzhe slapped him away, "This is not my banquet, what can I say to them." He replied casually, looked at Lan Qingchuan, and smiled at her.

He seemed to be smiling all the same, and he didn't know how much he really meant. He is too good, among his peers, he has already sat in the highest position, the moon is general, restrained and snatching, so that people can only look up.

Lan Qingchuan also smiled at him, polite, subtle, and looked a little cold. In such a deep night, her eyes have always been light, and others can't see anything.

Ou Yanzhe knew it.

They never had much contact, they didn't talk much, they were strangers in this social scene, and each had a mind that no one else knew.

The banquet ended before midnight, and Lan Yuanli went to the front hall to see off the guests, and the number of people in the hall was already much smaller. Lan Qingchuan's body couldn't hold up all night, she sent a few friends away, and then prepared to go back to the room to rest.

But the servant came to her and told her that there was a lady in the little parlor who had not left, and that she had only come in the second half, and that she was from Switzerland, and that her husband was Sir Sind.