It has entered late autumn, and the flowers in the entire yard have begun to wither. The breeze has begun to blow with a biting chill. Occasionally, there will be continuous autumn rain in the afternoon. The entire courtyard is wet, and the rainwater slides down the eaves.

, dripping on the ground, and sometimes on the pale face of Mu Qingwan who was leaning against the window. It looked like a beautiful woman crying. The picture was beautiful, but it made people feel painful.

"Qingwan, eat something. You haven't eaten anything in the past ten days. How can you survive?"

Showa looked at the intact food on the table and sighed.

"Well, of course I will eat when I'm hungry." Mu Qingwan was still lying on the window rafter, fidgeting with the raindrops sliding down from the roof with her white hands.

Zhaohe took a cloak and covered her with it. He knew very well about the farewell between the two of them ten days ago. In fact, since Mu Qingwan ran out of the palace, he had been following her until he saw her return to this courtyard.

, he felt relieved.

In the past ten days, he had watched these two people live like zombies, torturing each other. Several times, he was about to blurt out and tell Qingwan the truth, but thinking of the emperor's brother's getting worse and worse, he

I had to swallow it again.

Looking at the slender figure in front of him, although the doctor said she had suffered from cold, he knew very well that she was heartbroken.

"Sit down and sit down, the rain will drip on you."

Showa pretended to be relaxed and patted her on the head.

"Hey, don't take the opportunity to hit people." Mu Qingwan came back to her senses and glared at him with clear eyes.

"Hey, I feel a little energetic today." He thought she would be as silent as the past few days, so he quickly struck while the iron was hot, hoping to make her happy, "Qingwan, sing a song for brother, I haven't heard you sing for a long time.

"

Mu Qingwan tried hard to calm down her lonely expression, forced a smile, nodded, and asked Luoxia to bring the guqin.

He stared blankly at the "Sauvignon Blanc" in front of him. This is a fine Guqin, which was given by Xia Houlie himself. There is also a line of words engraved on it, which was also engraved by his own hands:

Hold your son's hand and grow old together with him.

In the past, these eight words moved her to tears, but now, it was like a joke, each word, like eight sharp knives, vying to stab her heart.

She looked at it absently, and when she touched the strings above, she was like a drowning person hugging the driftwood floating on the sea, and laughed.

Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc, from now on, I can only have Sauvignon Blanc.

She chuckled, put her hands on the strings, and hummed softly:

"Stay here and don't dare to go on, so that the sadness cannot be staged

The farewell written in your own hand on the next page cannot be rejected by me.

We have walked this road too hastily, embracing desires that are not real

I can’t wait, I can’t wait to look back and appreciate it, the scent of magnolia can’t cover the pain

No longer looking at the sun shining through the clouds in the sky, no longer looking for the promised heaven

I will no longer lament what you said about the impermanence of things in the world, and the three inches of sunshine that cannot be borrowed."

Cold raindrops drifted in from the window and sprinkled on her body. Mu Qingwan seemed unaware, still smiling and humming softly. In the sad and soft singing, tears slowly slipped from the corners of her eyes.

:

"Stay here and don't dare to go on, so that the sadness cannot be staged

The farewell written in your own hand on the next page cannot be rejected by me.

We walked this road too hastily, embracing unreal desires

I can’t wait, I can’t wait to look back and appreciate it, the scent of magnolia can’t cover the pain

No longer looking at the sun shining through the clouds in the sky, no longer looking for the promised heaven

I no longer lament what you said about the impermanence of things in the world, and the three inches of sunshine that cannot be borrowed

No longer looking at the sun shining through the clouds in the sky, no longer looking for the promised heaven

I no longer lament what you said about the impermanence of things in the world, and the three inches of sunshine that cannot be borrowed
Chapter completed!