Lin Feiwan lay on the crystal coffin and looked at Xiao Che's face quietly.
Time continued to flow between her fingers. In the magnificent imperial mausoleum, even though she knew that there were countless royal ancestors here, Lin Feiwan still felt that she was very close to Xiao Che.
From that day on, every afternoon, Lin Feiwan would come and sit quietly with Xiao Che for a while. Such silence made her feel endless satisfaction.
On this day, Lin Feiwan mustered up all her courage and finally opened the door to Xiao Che's study.
The solemn study room is filled with the smell of books, the ancient shelves are filled with books, and even the glazed desk is full of traces of books.
Lin Feiwan sat down in front of the desk, leaned gently on the chair, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the smell that Xiao Che had left here.
She sat where he had sat, looked at the scenery he had seen, drank the tea he had drank, and thought about the thoughts he had thought about. Lin Feiwan thought that even if they were really not together now, she still felt
The distance to my heart is still so close
Opening the book he had read, Lin Feiwan couldn't stand it because it was full of ancient Chinese characters. When he closed the book and was about to change it, a large note suddenly fell out of it.
Lin Feiwan carefully opened it and took a look, and familiar handwriting immediately came into view.
When she saw this word, Lin Feiwan couldn't help but feel uncomfortable again. She lay on the desk and cried uncontrollably.
This was the note she left behind when she and Chu Wuhen escaped from the Xiao Mansion. She didn't expect that he would treasure it until now.
It's just that things have changed and he is no longer
Like late autumn outside the window, last year today, next year this time
At dusk, Fang Lingxi and Mo Xianchen went to the study to look for Lin Feiwan
Fang Lingxi took Lin Feiwan's hand and said, "Sister Wanwan, please go back with us, otherwise I won't trust you when I go back."
In the past few months, Fang Lingxi has not gone back for a moment. During this period, Lin Feiwan also persuaded Fang Lingxi to go back, but she refused to come downstairs to accompany her.
Lin Feiwan has deeply remembered this kind of friendship in her heart.
"Ling Xi, I'm fine. I'm used to this place. Don't worry, you can go back. It's really fine."
Lin Feiwan concealed her inner sorrow, holding Fang Lingxi's hand and trying hard to smile.
"Wan'er, why don't you come back with me for a few days and then come back?"
Mo Xianchen looked at Lin Feiwan's forced smile, but she still felt uncomfortable.
Seeing their insistence, Lin Feiwan immediately refused and said, "You just go back with peace of mind. I'm really fine. Besides, Hua Chen is still here. It's okay. You can go back with peace of mind. I've been doing this to you these days."
I'm really sorry for the trouble, so I can only say a simple thank you to you."
"Sister Wanwan, don't do this"
Fang Lingxi caught Lin Feiwan's salute, hugged Lin Feiwan gently and said, "Sister Wanwan, you must take good care of yourself. After all, you still have children."
"Yes, I will"
Lin Feiwan patted Fang Lingxi on the back and said goodbye briefly.
"Wan'er, we'll come see you early when we have time."
When getting on the carriage, Mo Xianchen waved goodbye to Li Lin Feiwan and said
"Okay, please be safe on the road."
Looking at their backs as they walked away, Lin Feiwan reached out and stroked her protruding belly. In a few days, the child would be six months old.