His cheeks shone like a warm jade, and there was a careless smile on his soft lips, which suddenly reminded her of a sentence that blew into her ears in the wind a few days ago: Prince Mingche is Minghan.
The most handsome boy in the academy.
Well deserved!
Su Mang couldn't help but think of Jiang Liuyun.
When he first met Jiang Liuyun, Jiang Liuyun's scoundrel look had gradually faded away in Su Mang's mind.
Since Dad Jiang's death, Jiang Liuyun's temperament has become colder and colder. His expression is as elegant as the blue sky and white clouds, mountains and flowing water, unattainable. That kind of extreme coldness and calmness is an elegance close to luxury, which can only be radiated from the inside out.
It's definitely not intentional.
Thinking of this, Su Mang couldn't help but be secretly frightened.
She stayed by Jiang Liuyun's side every day, why didn't she notice this change in him before?
He smiled mischievously less and less, and was cold and unsmiling to outsiders, but towards her, he smiled as warmly as jade most of the time.
She admitted that such a calm and reserved Jiang Liuyun was more like the head of the Jiang family. However, what she cared about was whether Father Jiang's death had taken away all his happiness and he would no longer be as heartless as before.
, smiled bohemianly?
Thinking like this, my heart actually felt a little painful.
Isn't he happy?
Is he still unhappy with her by his side?
Mingche saw that Su Mang seemed to be staring at him, but in fact he was not looking at him at all. There was a bit of displeasure in his eyes, but only for a short moment, it turned into a charming and breathtaking smile, "What are you thinking about?"
, so lost in thought?”
Su Mang suddenly realized that her hand was still clenched in Mingche's palm. She pulled her palm away in annoyance and shook her hand, "You are so rude!"
"You are the most polite," Mingche joked. "You went to my private property without the owner's permission. You are really well-bred!"
Su Mang was angry, wrinkled the tip of his nose and said: "Who said this is your place? Just call it, do you think it should do it?"
Mingche smiled, "Every tree and bamboo here was planted by my father for my mother, and every stone and rockery here was planted by my father for my mother."
I chose it, tell me, does this place belong to me?"
Su Mang glanced at the endless bamboo forest behind him and clicked his tongue.
If so many bamboos are carried by one person, how long will it take to plant them?
Mingche looked at the bamboo forest and smiled, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes, "My mother's name has the word 'bamboo' in it, so since the year my father and my mother met, my father has planted trees here every year.
A small piece of bamboo forest has been maintained for more than 20 years without interruption. Over time, it has accumulated, and it has become what you see now."
Only then did Su Mang understand why this was Minghan's forbidden area.
It's not that Mingche is doing something special just to show off the prince's prestige, but because this is the love sanctuary of Mingche's parents, and Mingche prohibits others from entering in order to protect them.
Su Mang lowered his head and muttered, "I'm sorry, I don't know. I won't come again in the future."
"It doesn't matter," the smile in Mingche's eyes was so gentle, "I knew from the first day you entered this bamboo forest that you are very good and did not damage any plants or trees here. You cherish them very much, so I didn't
Kick you out."
Su Mang looked at Mingche with wide eyes in surprise, unable to imagine that he was so lucky.
