The weather was very cold in early September, and when He Lan returned to the palace, there was a faint layer of cool air around his clothes.

The air was a little stuffy, but the cool breeze was blowing wantonly, and there were no more cicadas chirping among the treetops, only dead leaves falling scattered.

Heaven may have been kind to her, but as soon as she entered the door, there was a crackling rain outside.

The rain was falling urgently, and the windows were shaking and shaking.

The candle flame flickered, elongating the woman's delicate and graceful figure.

Her long black green silk was scattered on her back, and she was going to change her clothes and lie down, but when she passed by the mirror stand, she glanced at it and seemed to see something.

He Lan picked up the bronze mirror and looked at the backbone, there was a blood-red lotus flower in the palm below her neck, and the stamens in the middle were golden, and the flower was lifelike, bewitching and eye-catching.

This is...... Tattoo?

The flowers she had never seen were so blatantly pierced at her spine, not big or small, but beautiful and weird.

Helan didn't think about it, it didn't mean anything to her whether this thing was there or not.

Lie down under the covers, warm.

The rain outside the window is still falling, and this should be the last rain of the year, so it is especially ferocious.

…

The room was quiet, so the noise outside was even louder, and she was alone in the huge room, and the crackling candle flame and the dim yellow light made the person on the bed seem lonely.

He Lan held the exquisite mirror in his hand, listening to the sound of rain and thunder, and his heart was a little empty.

She wiped the mirror, her slender fingers scribbling on it.

- It's raining, I miss you so much.

She finished writing and watched as the words faded away from the mirror.

Then he got up and walked to the desk with his clothes on, and picked up the portrait she had painted for Shanyao a few days ago.

Between He Lan's eyebrows and eyes, there seemed to be a layer of smoke, which made people unable to understand her emotions, her expression was cold and faint, as if she didn't care about anything.

Yes, Helan has always been such a person.

It can also be said that this is the real Helan, who has always been indifferent, has long been downset about fame, fortune and money, and never cares about anything or anyone's going.

It's just that now, she has a lonely Yao.

As long as it's about Lonely, she can't help but show her emotions.

This situation is not very good, and it is easy to be taken advantage of.

Unconsciously, the woman stared at the portrait in her hand, and the rain outside the window did not seem to stop, like the sound of countless small pebbles hitting the window.

It's a bit noisy.

*

The candle flame was still flickering, and He Lan slowly rolled up the portrait, silently counting the days in his heart.

How long will it be before he returns?

One, two, three...... 10 days......

got up and hung up the door, and immediately walked back to the couch, He Lan lay down and covered the quilt, and with a flick of his hand, the internal force extinguished the four candles in the distance, and the room fell into darkness in an instant.

Gradually, a faint light from outside the window came in.

Occasionally, there was a flash of lightning and thunder, illuminating the woman's cold eyebrows and eyes, which were a little blurry.

My mind gradually relaxed, and I slowly fell asleep listening to the irregular sound of rain.

*

The second half of the night.

In a trance, Helan seemed to hear someone shouting her name.

"Helan!"

"Knock knock knock - Helan!"

The woman suddenly opened her eyes and listened carefully, her eyes as sharp as blades.

After a while, another quick, heavy knock was heard.

"Knock knock!"

"Helan, it's me."

It's Lonely!

He Lan lifted the quilt like a wind and quickly ran over to open the door.

A cool breeze poured in, and Helan's head suddenly sobered up.

The man in front of him was soaked, his eyebrows were still stained with exhaustion, and his breathing was a little short.

He was dragged into the house, and it was pitch black, and no one spoke.

After a long time, she asked in a low voice, "Why did you come back suddenly?" ”

There was still water dripping from her body, the light in her eyes was irrigated by longing, and her broad chest hugged her.

"Because you said, you missed me." His voice was hoarse.

Helan's eyes suddenly pantothenic.

And the man in the dark smiled contentedly.

From Yanjing to the border of Chengxian County, a distance of hundreds of miles, he carried the wind and rain for a whole night.

There is no other reason than your sentence 'I miss you'.

So I came back.