I hesitated for most of the incense stick, wandering between opening it and not opening it.
On the one hand, she wants to abide by her duty and not pry into other people's privacy; but on the other hand, Wen Ruoruo really wants to know more about Yan Chuyao, and she has brought her more than tens of millions of questions, which have accumulated deep in her heart.
There is a heavy and heavy need to find a way to relieve it.
She is almost certain that Yaoyao also traveled through time, but the way is very different from hers.
What about Yan Ying?
He and Yan Chuyao are twins from the same mother. He can casually say things that the ancients of this era should not know. However, he is always so calm and composed, and does not leak any information. In the end, Ruoruo
I always thought that I was actually delusional.[
She wanted to know everything about Yan Ying, and stop being ignorant and letting others decide her own destiny. Since Yan Ying refused to tell, she would find it herself. One day, after peeling off the cocoon, she could see clearly what was being hidden.
Get up to the truth.
Taking a deep breath, she apologized to Yan Chuyao again and again, and promised that after reading the contents inside, she would stop here and not tell anyone about it. With a guilty heart, she opened the sandalwood box with all her strength...
A big smiling face faced her happily, with a line of small words flying beside it: I knew you couldn't help it.
Wen Ruoruo shook her head helplessly. This eldest princess was so scheming, as if she had everything under control.
She has set up countless traps to seduce you, laid out many irresistible temptations, and is just waiting for her prey to get closer step by step.
All choices are made by oneself, and no one else is to blame for what you gain or lose in the end.
In an instant, Wen Ruoruo figured out what Yan Chuyao wanted to express silently, and secretly made up her mind. No matter what the consequences were, she would be willing to bear them.
...
Gently peeling off the last reminder left by Yan Chuyao on the sandalwood box, what came into view was a far larger space than imagined. No wonder it was so heavy in the palm of my hand that I could hardly support it.
There are a lot of good things hidden here.
A square of white silk was neatly folded and placed on top. Wen Ruoruo opened it. After seeing clearly the complex patterns painted on it, she slightly opened her red lips and was stunned.