After Jiang Chen walked from the main hall, he came to the study with heavier steps, and the miserable color of pig liver on his face seemed to have suffered from a bad disease.

With a creak, he pushed the door open and slammed it shut, his body sliding slightly down the edge of the door, threatening to go limp.

Jiang Chen's body was shaking, his teeth were biting his lip slightly, and the gaze in his eyes was suddenly gathered in one place.

The slightly rapid air exhaled through the nose is not known to be produced by anger or sadness.

"Ah......." Jiang Chen picked up a fist and hit the ground hard, the pain in his heart reached his heart, and he only felt numb.

He didn't know who was to blame for all this? Blame yourself? When he killed Bingyan's father, he was forced to drive.

Blame Bingyan? Bingyan is also avenging his father.

Strange flowers are shameless? He ended up unchaste because of himself.

On the whole, we can only blame fate for playing tricks, and the bitter fruit is borne by the ants in the sky.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and let out that breath again, the tight flesh on his face still pulsating with excessive emotions.

No, it's better to take a sip of wine and settle down.

So Jiang Chen used his will to support his tired body, and skillfully took out a jar of old wine and a wine bowl from behind the library.

The distinct fingers picked up the red wine stopper, and a fragrance of osmanthus wafted out, turning into a warm spring breeze, gently surrounding Jiang Chen's somewhat tired heart.

"Click......" A warm teardrop with complicated emotions came from under the corner of Jiang Chen's somewhat resolute eyes, and some of the whitened lips were slightly moistened by him, and he gently sipped it, and the bitter taste melted in his mouth.

A sad word came out of his mouth, "Bingyan, I miss you so much." A hard squeezed smile made that handsome and extraordinary face instantly have a trace of old vicissitudes.

This altar of osmanthus wine is the first gift with love that Jiang Chen and Bingyan gave not long after they were together.

Because of cherishing, I have been reluctant to drink. Although Jiang Chen had the urge to open it and take a sip at the moment when Bingyan just died, his reason at that time was still suppressing his actions, telling him that his past memories should be sealed in a certain corner like this jar of wine.

Today, Hua Wuyan is pregnant with Xianwu's child, which is indeed like a sharp sword, piercing Jiang Chen's bottom line of patience during this time.

"Knock knock......." A knock on the door sounded, "Jiang Chen, open the door, let's talk, okay?" Hua Wuyan's voice was a little sad, and the pleading look on her face was filled with a heavy sense of guilt.

Her somewhat wet hands rested slightly on her chest, as if to soothe herself. Since this matter was a bit private and should not be known to too many people, Hua Wuyan suppressed her crying and pressed her lips slightly close to the door to prevent it from attracting too many people's attention.

Jiang Chen didn't make a sound, he didn't know what to say, he just closed his eyes and let the fragrance of osmanthus paralyze the nerves in his brain.

"Between the child and you, can you give me more time. Just give me a little courage to do it. Hua Wuyan's voice trembled with crying, and her body was also tightly pressed against the door, as if she wanted to use the strength of her body to squeeze the door open.

Her words faintly reached Jiang Chen's ears, and her eyelids were still forced to open.

He straightened up, walked to the door, and gently opened it with his broken fingers.

Because the door opened relatively suddenly, Hua Wuyan stumbled and fell into Jiang Chen's arms, and raised his helpless gaze slightly to meet his somewhat cold eyes.

"Jiang Chen......." Hua Wuyan looked at the cold face that made people feel a little chilled, and she was still shocked in her heart, and an indifferent sigh came out of her nose.

He grabbed the door with his hand, steadied himself, sniffed, and said calmly, "I know what to do." ”

When Jiang Chen heard this, his heart was sour, and he wanted to say something, but Hua Wuyan walked straight away.

A breath was choked in his throat, and the confrontation between reason and guilt turned into a "smile" between his eyebrows and eyes, and he shallowly followed Jiang Chen back to the agarwood of osmanthus wine.