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With a faint tea fragrance, when Xinglian opened her eyes again, there was no continuous snow in front of her, and there were no more bloody stains like poppies under her feet, she subconsciously stroked the pain in her chest, and suddenly found that the place where her chest was originally cut by her nails was as if she had never been injured, except for a slight tingling sensation, there was no other abnormality.

Looking around, this seems to be a cave, and the entire pavilion is built in a huge karst cave, which is lined with all kinds of stalactites, and a few night pearls are distributed around, illuminating the dark cave like day.

The rooms in the cave are separated by antique wooden sliding doors, and if you listen carefully, you can hear a slight ticking sound not far away, and the whole room is filled with a faint fragrance of tea and an unknown fragrance, which is roughly distinguished, and it is some kind of soothing spice.

She moved, and felt not reluctant, so she sat up with her body propped up, and as soon as her feet stepped on the ground, the door was opened with a bang, revealing a beautiful face in the world.

"Chen'er, are you awake?"

Jing Yuan was holding a purple clay pot in his hand, and when he saw her wake up a few steps and walked to her, a gentle smile appeared on her lips, "You've slept for two days, are you still unwell now?" ”

It's ridiculous, one moment ago I wanted to put her to death, but this second I put on such a face.

Xinglian snorted lightly, and turned his head away from him, focusing only on the furnishings in the room that he hadn't finished studying just now.

"This is made according to your previous room, and this ......" Jing Yuan didn't seem to care about her coldness, and brought the purple clay pot in his hand to her as if flattering, "Do you remember this?" ”

Looking at the things he handed over, the teapot he was holding in his hand seemed to be some years old, there were a few deep nicks on the handle, and the color was a little dull, but the body of the pot was smooth and clear, and it was not difficult to imagine how many times this thing had been caressed over the years.

Since he asked her so, it proves that this thing was once used by Lichen, so the age of this thing is probably hundreds of years.

With only a faint glance, she looked away, and just wanted to stand up, but her legs and feet were weak, and she fell on the stone bed again, without frowning slightly, probably after sleeping for a long time, her body was a little numb.

"Don't be in a hurry, rest for a while, I just made a new tea, your favorite drink in the past was tea, this pot is also your favorite thing, I keep it." Jing Yuan's voice sounded extremely gentle, like the cold man full of murderous intent before he opened his eyes.

Xinglian slightly hooked the corners of his lips, "I don't like to drink tea." ”

The action of pouring water was slightly paused, but it was a moment when the effort returned to the original state, Jing Yuan held the teapot in one hand and a teacup in the other, "I know that you have no memories of the past, it doesn't matter, when you get better, I will tell you the past things one by one." He handed her the teacup and said, "This purple clay pot was a gift from me and Shuangchi when we first met you, I could have given you something better, but you like it......"

Xinglian sneered and looked up, "The original gift? ”

Jing Yuan nodded, "At that time, you didn't know that I was actually ...... with Shuangbla."

Before he finished speaking, his expression changed suddenly, because Xinglian took the purple clay pot from his hand without care, and threw it lightly, with a "snap", the body of the pot was torn apart, and the tea flowed all over the ground.