He Anyuan kept chirping beside her, and Yi Jian just felt irritated in her heart. She suddenly stood up and left without even looking at He Anyuan.
His pace was very fast this time.
There is no trace of the leisurely calmness in daily life.
Xu Ang looked at Zhong Qing who kept smiling and greeting people in the distance. He just felt that that woman seemed to have changed. She was so beautiful and beautiful, but also had a bit of soul. He could only sigh secretly.
With a tone of voice, Yi Jian left immediately after.
He Anyuan looked at the young marshal's back. She claimed that she had always understood him best, but at this moment, she couldn't tell what he was thinking in his heart.
The young marshal all retreated, and these people felt that it was meaningless. After chatting for a while, they all left one after another.
He Anyuan felt wronged, but she could only endure it and watched everyone leave with a smile on her face. Only then did she feel uncomfortable and uneasy in her heart.
How did she offend him? To make him turn around and leave like this?
She turned around and hurriedly rushed in regardless of whether her hometown allowed anyone to enter.
"Miss, you can't go in without the Young Marshal's order!" Xu Ang looked at He Anyuan who kept walking in and stopped him politely.
He Anyuan didn't seem to hear Xu Ang's voice at all, and kept walking towards the inside in a familiar way.
The two of them just chatted and walked to the pavilion where Yi Jian was taking a rest.
Hearing the voice, Yi Jian slowly raised her head. His whole body exuded a breathtaking aura, and there was no emotion in his cold eyes. When he saw He Anyuan, his eyes did not move.
Xu Ang could only retreat.
He Anyuan's original arrogance also completely dissipated in front of him.
She moved her lips, feeling a little nervous in her heart. It took her a long time before she dared to lift her feet and step into the pavilion.
"Young Marshal...what's wrong with you?"
Her tone is soft, with the unique Wu Nong soft language, and it sounds like a low-pitched ditty.
Yi Jian slowly lowered his eyelids with a calm expression. He didn't know whether he heard her words or not, and just let himself fall into his own world.
He Anyuan looked at his expression and felt a throbbing pain in her heart. No matter how long or how long she waited, he would always be like this. She didn't know how long she could hold on.
