Thirty years of the Apocalypse.

Hiss ~ Splitting headache!

This is the only feeling after the cold painting screen is conscious.

"Miss! You're finally awake! Although the big girl said happily, it was not difficult for her hoarse throat to know that she had cried.

Miss? Shouldn't you call me the crown princess?

Leng Huaping slowly opened his eyes, and everything in front of him was so familiar.

The elegant drapery fell, and the tassel at the head of her bed swayed gently from the small window next to the bed; Next to the window is the dresser that Leng Hua Ping is accustomed to, and the copper mirror is placed on it, reflecting the pale and bloodless face of Leng Hua Ping. The dark gold screen stood not far away, and the tea table outside the screen was faintly visible.

This is her unmarried boudoir, and standing in front of her is a silver candle that looks like a little girl with a worried face.

Look at her figure again, it is what she looked like when she was thirteen.

"What year is it?" Leng Huaping sat up and rubbed his head, but found that the tears on his face had not yet dried.

"Miss, are you so sad that you forgot what time it is! This is the thirtieth year of the Apocalypse, the eighteenth day of the seventh month. Silver Candle wiped her tears even more sadly when she heard Leng Huaping's words.

She went back ten years! But I remembered the day that the silver candle had spoken.

Thirty years of the Apocalypse—July, Eighteen!

It was the day of her mother and eldest sister's funeral, "What about my mother and my sister!" "Leng Huaping doesn't care about wearing shoes or not, and only thinks about sending his mother and eldest sister away in person.

However, before he could take two steps, Leng Huaping fell to the ground weakly on his legs and feet.

Silver Candle hurriedly went over to help him up, and said cryingly: "The lady and the eldest lady have been buried by the second young master himself." ”

"What did you say!" Leng Huaping clutched the silver candle's arm tightly, and his eyes were already soaked with tears.

"Miss, at this time, the second young master is already on his way back. Even if you want to send off the lady and the eldest lady, it's too late! Silver Candle reminded.

The cold painting screen was helped to the bed and sat by the silver candle, and the stupid cold painting screen was served by the silver candle to put on shoes, but the brain was as messy as paste.

Isn't she supposed to die? How could I go back to the age of thirteen! Could it be that she—reborn?

Leng Huaping thought about herself at this time because she was too sad, she didn't catch her breath and passed out directly, and she didn't wake up until the next day.

So, now—

Leng Huaping stood up with a firm gaze and said to the silver candle: "Go!" Let's pick up the second brother! ”

There are some things that she already knows, so she won't let anyone go!

Looking at the confident appearance of the cold painting screen walking like the wind, Silver Candle looked at her suspiciously.

Not caring about the gaze behind her, Leng Huaping walked straight to the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, waiting for her second brother to come back in the cold breeze.

"Sister, are you okay?"

Leng Huaping stood at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and his hands were tightly held.

Leng Huaping raised his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him who pretended to care! In her previous life, her biggest enemy - Leng Yuping.

At this time, she was only fourteen years old, and the skin on her face was tender and shiny.

However, knowing what kind of femme fatale the person in front of her was, Leng Huaping's unbearable hands went directly to Leng Yuping's eyes.

Labor and management tell you to pretend! It's not good to pretend to be anything, but pretend to be my eldest sister's gentle temperament!

Leng Huaping's punch can be regarded as venting the dissatisfaction in his heart, looking at his red and swollen fist, he always feels that it may be more refreshing to do it again.