Chapter 71: The night is thick and the mind is unfinished eight
Feng Ruohen came suddenly and left simply.
Looking at that handsome retreating figure, wearing a crescent-white robe, with an extraordinary temperament, free and easy, bathed in the cold moonlight, how could Helan Qiner see his good mood?
So good that I don't want to pursue anything with her.
"Am I overthinking it?"
The woman in purple clothes, who was also basking in the moonlight, began to feel confused.
His attitude changed too quickly, seemingly inadvertently, but with that simple sentence, she suddenly felt that the cold night had become gentle.
In the image, Feng Ruohen kept away from anyone, and spoke very few words.
When she was little, Qin'er was a little afraid of him.
After seeing him again after so many years, she still felt nervous when facing him.
This was one of the reasons why I didn't go to see him directly when I first stepped into Fengdu.
Feng Ruohen is obviously better looking than Feng Yao, but he is different from Feng Yao in the friendly feeling he exudes all the time.
His indifference kept her away, and over time she would just stand at a distance, keeping that distance.
Occasionally, when I look over, it's just a quiet visit, and my gaze doesn't stay too long at all.
As a child, Helan Qin'er had already learned to naturally avoid people who were too complicated, as was Feng Ruohen.
Returning to his hometown again, he cautiously confronted him. Was his skill too immature to be seen?
She's not sure.
After thinking for a long time, Helan Qin'er turned her head and looked in the direction of the palace until the rich night gradually surrounded her.
Feng Yao...why do I suddenly feel farther and farther away from you?
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It was also when Qin'er limped back to the Old Book Garden that she discovered a dark red pottery lunch box placed in an inconspicuous place at the door.
When she opened it, she realized that it wasn't her food that had gone cold a long time ago?
After all this trouble, she had long been in no mood to care about the problem of hunger. However, now that she saw those exquisitely cooked but completely cold dishes, she gritted her teeth with hatred.
"Those two women are so annoying!"
Angrily, I carried the cold lunch box back to the old study. The two warm stoves inside had long been extinguished.
My ankle was sprained and my wrist was pinched and bruised. It was a really annoying night!