A cold sound came with a creaking sound of the door opening. Qianxun froze and slowly looked back. Under the faint lights, his pretty face turned cold.
"Of course it's spring."
Bingm walked out, still wearing a nightgown, her dark ink hair softly draped down. The maid outside the door blushed and she stared at Bingm in a daze.
"Hua'er, you go back and don't be disrespectful to Miss Qian in the future."
Bingm glanced at her coldly, and the maid named Huaer froze on her face. She glanced at Qianxun coldly, and then retreated silently.[
After Hua'er retreated, Bingm walked to Qianxun's front, and the lanterns on one side glowed with a red light. The two looked at each other with a faint shadow.
"Where is Fengchun now?"
Qianxun held it in for a long time before asking.
This may be a knife in Bingm's heart.
But, it’s better than giving him hope? After all... She is now a married woman, and her favorite is not Bingm.
"You still want to find him like this? I am afraid that you will be cut by someone on the way. Wouldn't you still cause trouble for me and Yuushi?"
Bingm said coldly, "Don't forget that you can be so energetic now, all depends on Zhibai's spiritual power. Without it, I'm afraid you will only be tortured to death by illness. If you act impulsively, it will be ruined.
Did Zhibai have some kindness?"
After a few words, Qianxun was so blocked that he had nothing to say.
A little annoyed, Qianxun snatched his wide sleeves and met those cold eyes, "Okay... I won't go to him, but give it to me..."
I promised that Fengchun was fine, but I didn't say it.
Qianxun owe them enough, how could he ask Bingm to do things for him again and again?
"Well, I know, I know how to do it. Thank you for doing so much for me."
Qianxun's voice softened, and she felt sad. How should she repay these feelings?
"It's too late, I won't disturb you." Qianxun's long eyelashes trembled, and she turned to Bingmu Fufu in a polite manner, and walked towards her residence.
Bingm stood there, and when Qianxun's back disappeared, he turned back to the room, closed the door, and climbed onto the bed. Our Bingm classmate pulled the quilt on, but his hands twisted the quilt tightly into a ball. His depressed love finally