Home, more often than not, is a sustenance. No matter where you are, your soul still has a place to belong.

Cui Yan lowered her eyebrows, inexplicably remembering the scene in the woods, when Bai Zhi took a knife to cut a hole in her arm.

Angelica dahurica, green lotus......

Cui Yan's pursed lips suddenly raised. If these two people can really get together, it would be good.

"Who can say for sure what happens in this world, whether a daughter-in-law will be lost in the sky, will you accept it or not?" Cui Yan said with a smile, seven points for jokes and three points for seriousness.

Just like her, she never dreamed that she would come to such a place after she died, but in just ten days, she has been married to a woman, and the person she married is still today. I thought I was cold-hearted, how did I know that I would be moved by such a man.

The arrival of fate, just like fate, is not something you can resist if you want to.

Cui Yan said this, Bai Zhi thought about it seriously, "It depends on whether this girl looks good or not, and whether her personality is gentle or not." ”

After all, the wife or something is going to live together for a long time, and if it looks too ugly, it will definitely affect the mood. If you have a violent personality, you will definitely be restless. He has visited a lot of high-ranking mansions, and he has seen a lot of private houses.

"Are you still picky?" Cui Yan raised her eyebrows.

She is optimistic about Angelica Angelica and Qinghe, but she will not participate too much in them. The road of affection is a matter of two people, and they have to go by themselves.

After tidying up the bed, Cui Yan folded her clothes and lay down, while Bai Zhi slept on the low floor outside through a screen.

The candle flame was extinguished, and only the charcoal fire in the pot that was not burning was still glowing, which was a little dark and quiet, but Cui Yan felt a little irritable in her heart.

The road of affection is a matter of two people.

Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu...... Cui Yan opened her mouth and muttered, but did not make a sound.

After tossing and turning for a long time, Cui Yan finally fell into a dream, and when she was confused, there seemed to be a cold and familiar aura enveloping her. Cui Yan's eyes opened suddenly, and she sat up suddenly.

It's him.

It's still here after all.

"Are you crazy?" Cui Yan was overjoyed, but more panicked.

This is Xiao Changyin's camp!

"I've got my own measure." Xiao Yu's voice was very calm, with the usual coldness, and he couldn't hear joy or anger, nor could he hear other emotions.

The light in the tent was very dim, and Cui Yan could only see a tall silhouette, with his back to her, his back resolute and cold, with the momentum and coercion of rejecting people.

She knew that the time of goodbye would come, but she didn't expect it to be so soon.

"I ......" I'm not ready.

What man can bear his wife running away with another man in front of him? Regardless of the reason for this, and regardless of whether the woman betrayed or not, the incident itself is too unacceptable.

What's more, the person who is bullied is still the son of heaven today.

Xiao Yu turned around and helped Cui Yan sit down.

The charcoal fire is not strong, but it is quite warm, but Cui Yan's body is very cold.

"If you're not in good health, don't be reckless, settle down."

Having an old illness, falling into a cold pool, and vomiting blood in a hurry, Xiao Yu didn't know what to do with the person in front of him.

He was supposed to be a masochist.

His woman vomited blood for other men, but he even said words of reproach.

To say that it doesn't mind, that's impossible. However, at this moment, when touching Cui Yan's cold body, most of the original anger in his heart disappeared, and only worry remained.