"Yunyan, are you the last woman to get engaged to Dongfang Boyu?" He spoke in a warm voice. Yunyan could even imagine that the expression on his face was equally harmless.
But! What is the last woman who wants to get engaged to Dongfang Boyu? Does he mean Dongfang Boyu have been engaged to someone else before, or does she mean that she cannot get engaged to Dongfang Boyu?
"It's very late, I'll go back first." Yunyan said lightly, without any intention to answer his question, and of course he had no intention of staying.
After walking a few steps, his voice came from behind, "The woman I fell in love with at first sight, I didn't expect it to be the woman who was engaged to Dongfang Boyu."
Yunyan's steps were stiff, what nonsense was he talking?!
"Dongfang Minghao, we are not even strangers, at most we are just passers-by." Yunyan stabilized her breath, obviously refused, and firmly drew the boundary between her and him.
There was no more voice from Dongfang Minghao coming from behind, but Yunyan found sweat coming out of his palm.
For his words, the woman I fell in love with at first sight...
Dongfang Boyu is right, this man is too dangerous and should be far away.
The ancestor worship was more formal and grand than Yunyan imagined. At five o'clock in the morning, they were awakened by the servants. Dongfang Boyu changed into a newly cut suit, while hers was a vest-style cheongsam, because it was still a bit cold
, so she put on a shawl.
The servant also helped her comb a hair bun with a very old look. Yunyan looked at herself in the mirror, with a light makeup face, a pair of hair accessories with a sense of age, and the clothes she was wearing. She felt like she was
I returned to the early Republic of China.
"Mrs. Young Madam, it's done." The servant behind him said in a sweet voice.
Yunyan stood up. Although the Dongfang family is so strange, she still respects the rules in other people's homes.
When she went downstairs to see the older generation in the clan wearing clothes of the age-like sense, she breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the whole family was like this.
Dongfang Minghao was wearing a dark long gown, a white scarf hanging around his neck and a pair of glasses hanging on his face. It made people look surprised and it was like seeing people from the early Republic of China traveling to the present.
Among the older generation, some of them were wearing clothing from the late Qing Dynasty, which was the style of Kyoto masters.
And Dongfang Boying...well, he is quite normal. Like Dongfang Boyu, the suit is combed without a trace of messy hair, and the pair of leather shoes under his feet are shiny.
The time is important for worshiping ancestors. At six o'clock, the mountains and forests are still hazy and bright, but such a vast group of people heading deeper into the mountains.
Yunyan discovered that there were more people participating in the ancestor worship. I guess those people came here in the middle of the night because they were not qualified to live in a village. They should have settled in Shenyang city and then drove here, right?
But the mountains and forests... are they all climbing the mountain?
She slept a little deeper last night, and she wasn't sure if the helicopter helicopter was used yesterday.
The shoes under her feet are thick heels, so it is not uncomfortable to walk. With age and identity, Yunyan is walking behind Dongfang Boyu, walking side by side with Dongfang Boying.