Sikong Yuecang didn't like her crooked eyebrows, but how could someone treat her like a treasure?
I thought of Nanfeng Lixue, his doting eyes and gentle voice...
It seemed as if...the sadness in her heart would lessen when she thought of him.
When she thought of him...she felt less pain.
So, she began to recall every moment of their time together bit by bit.
He is violent and perverted, he is gentle as water, and he is cunning and domineering.
The past events came to mind one by one, like a movie replaying.
When she thinks about how hateful he is, she can't help but gnash her teeth with anger. When she thinks about how nice he is to her, the corners of her mouth can't help but turn up.
Nanfeng Luxue...Nanfeng Luxue... She chanted his name over and over again in her heart.
She didn't know when she fell asleep, and she didn't know when she woke up. Not only had her clothes been changed, but she also seemed to be exuding a faint floral fragrance.
This smell was not unfamiliar to her. It was the smell of flower petals sprinkled during bathing.
She... took a shower??
When did this happen?
She remembered that when she came back last night, she threw herself on the bed and cried all the time. After crying, she started thinking about Brother Nan Feng, Lian Xue and Brother Nan, and she fell asleep after thinking about it.
In other words, she didn't take a shower at all before going to bed.
Then what's with the clothes you're wearing...and the floral fragrance on your body?
When Wan Wan was still puzzled, he saw a white shadow entering the inner room.
Wanwan looked towards the white figure and saw Yue Luo coming in with a small silver bowl.
"Young Master, are you awake?"
When Yue Luo saw Wan Wan, her face turned as red as a monkey's butt.
Wanwan frowned, what was going on with Yue Luo? Why was he blushing like this before she did anything to him?
"Well, Yue Luo, what is that in your hand?"
"Young Master, this is a decoction to prevent wind and cold."