The only thing special about it is the word engraved on the inside of the bracelet
A word that made Lin Feiwan want to know the answer
"Xian'er, is this your family heirloom?"
If it is inherited in the family, it must be related to her life experience. If not, it must be related to someone.
The mute slave shook his head gently, his meaning was quite obvious.
"Is it a gift from my sweetheart? Ha, it's quite beautiful."
At this moment, the mute slave neither shook his head nor nodded, so Lin Feiwan could only guess that the answer was the latter.
"Then, return it to you and keep it well."
Lin Feiwan returned the bracelet to the mute slave, but the matter did not end there.
Because this matter involved Mo Xianchen's happiness, Lin Feiwan felt that it was necessary for her to investigate the matter clearly.
After breakfast, Lin Feiwan suddenly suggested that she want to visit the pear orchard. When she went out early, she said to Mei Jianlian who was waiting at the door: "Jianlian, don't you like peonies? I asked you to dig them up last time.
One, you must not have had time yet? It’s just a pity that now is the season when the fallen flowers are in full bloom. How about you accompany me to the pear orchard again?”
For a moment, there was a feeling of being flattered between his eyebrows. The last time he planned to catch her, he didn't expect that not only did she not blame him, but she treated him as before. Although she was not very considerate, she never felt sorry for herself.
"Yes, Miss"
Xiao Che warned her that if she dared to touch Lin Feiwan again, she would only die in one scene.
An Ye kindly persuaded her, before Madam came back from the dead, I saw you begging Taoist Baimei sincerely, but I don't know why you wanted to abandon her for a while. Is it just because you can't get him?
Wake up, you are not suitable for him, and he may not necessarily love you. They finally get together and make them happy.
An Ye's words were like needles piercing Jianlian's heart, stirring up Jianlian's heart and causing endless pain.
Love and hate are just matters between thoughts. Whether to love or to hate, Mei Jianlian couldn't decide for a while.
Mei Jianlian has been following Lin Feiwan cautiously, as if she was afraid of stepping on something.
"cut lotus"
Lin Feiwan stood there waiting for Mei Jianlian to come forward and gently called her name.
"Miss"
Mei Jianlian took a step forward, clasped her hands together, and lowered her head as if she had done something wrong.