Maybe it's because there is a familiar atmosphere of a dead friend in this embrace?

Bo Jinghan only felt that his nose was sour, and he wanted to cry.

For her, friendship is also a hard-won luxury. You know, when a person stands at a certain height, it is difficult to get a lot of things related to feelings. Because at this time, most of the interactions between people will be linked to interests, friends are like this, love is like this, and even family members are sometimes sadly confused with interests.

And Bo Jinghan is very fortunate that she got her family, friends, and lovers.

But now......

Without waiting for the thought that softened her heart, Bo Jinghan suddenly reached out and fiercely ...... The former best friend was pushed out.

"Fuck off, don't say these sensational things to me here. Since it's a parting, let's be happy, get out if you want to, see you again in the future, we are strangers. You haven't figured it out in this life, and you're still talking to me about the afterlife, hehe-"

The woman who stood stiffly in front of her with a slanting slant and a smile squinted at her coldly.

Bo Jinghan shook his head, directly withdrew his gaze, and turned away.

A byte spilled out of the lips and teeth very crisply.

It sounds cold and heartless.

But those who are familiar with her can hear her retention and reluctance from that crisp syllable.

"Get out!"

The sound of footsteps is fading away.

Bo Jinghan's fists also clenched tighter and tighter.

Knowing that the sound was fading away, she let go of her fist and took a deep breath, loosening her tight back. He didn't turn his head to look behind him in that direction, but took a steady and graceful step, calmly and calmly as if nothing had happened, and walked into the gate of the castle.

The ancient castle of the Bo family manor has a profound historical and cultural heritage.

The architectural style is also well-known.

But the impression left by the castle, in addition to fairy tales, is probably mostly horror stories.

Because they look from the outside, they are wrapped in a layer of solemn and cold colors by the layers of historical heritage. But if you are in it, you can feel the quiet, warm and independent beauty in the ancient castle.

Its masonry structure, which is biased towards the Renaissance style, has many windows that bring in sunlight from outside, and decorate the whole hall extremely brightly. The colorful oil paintings, symbolizing the history and identity of this ancient castle, are well-preserved and hung on the walls, warmed by the soft sunlight, highlighting the taste of the years they have left behind after the vicissitudes of life.

Bo Jinghan stood in the hall.

The maid beside her bowed her head slightly respectfully, wanting to reach out and take the bag in her hand.

But seeing that she had no intention of giving it to her, the maid did not dare to raise her head, and froze in place.

It wasn't until Aze Cong came out of the small round hall next to her and made a gesture to her to go down that he breathed a sigh of relief, and the well-trained took broken steps and left Bo Jinghan's side.

"Miss, Old Man Bo, Mr. Bo, Lu Shao, and the two little young masters are all in the small round hall. The old man asked me to come out to greet you and Miss Nuan Xia...... Eh, why didn't you see Miss Nuan Xia? ”

"She, she's gone."

Bo Jinghan responded in a low voice.

The tone was very calm, but Aze's heart moved, and he subconsciously murmured, "Gone?" ”

After a slight pause, he smiled again: "It seems that she is really busy preparing for the marriage!" ”

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