Maybe it's because this embrace has the familiar aura of your best friend?
Bo Jinghan felt his nose was sore and wanted to cry.
For her, friendship is also a hard-won luxury. You know, when a person stands at a certain height, it is difficult to get many things related to feelings. Because at this time, the relationship between people
Most of the interactions between people are linked to interests. This is true for friends, this is true for love, and even family members are sometimes sadly confused with interests.
Bo Jinghan is very lucky that she has gained her family, friends and lover.
But now...
Before the thought that made her soften her heart came out of her mind, Bo Jinghan suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed this best friend...his former best friend out.
"Get out of here when you're done. Don't say these sensational words to me here. Since it's parting, just be quick and get out. When we meet again one day, we will be strangers. You haven't figured it out in this life, and you still talk to me.
The next life, haha——"
The woman stood frozen in front of her with a sideways glance, smiling and squinting her eyes, looking at her coldly.
Bo Jinghan shook his head, looked away, and turned around.
One byte flowed out from between the lips and teeth very crisply.
It sounds cold and heartless.
But people who know her well can hear her retention and reluctance from that crisp syllable.
"roll!"
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
Bo Jinghan's fists became tighter and tighter.
When she knew that the sound was getting away, she loosened her fists, took a deep breath, and relaxed her tense back. However, she did not turn her head to look back in that direction, but took a calm and elegant step.
Calmly and calmly, as if nothing had happened, he walked into the gate of the castle.
This ancient castle in Bojia Manor has a profound historical and cultural heritage.
The architectural style is also well known to everyone.
But the impression left by the castle on people, apart from fairy tales, is probably mostly horror stories.
Because from the outside, they all appear to be wrapped in layers of historical heritage with a chilly and cold color. But if you are inside, you can feel the tranquility, warmth, worldliness and independence in the castle.
of beauty.
Its masonry structure tends to be in the Renaissance style, with many windows, which let in the sunlight from outside and decorate the entire hall extremely brightly. The colorful oil paintings symbolize the history and identity of this castle.
The well-preserved ones are hung on the wall, warmed by the soft sunshine, highlighting the flavor of time left behind after they have gone through vicissitudes of life.
Bo Jinghan stood in the hall.
The maid beside her lowered her head respectfully and wanted to reach out to take the bag in her hand.
But seeing that she had no intention of giving it to her, the maid didn't dare to raise her head and just froze in place.
It wasn't until Azecong walked out of the small round hall next to him and made a gesture to her to go down that he breathed a sigh of relief and walked away from Bo Jinghan with well-trained steps.
"The eldest lady, Mr. Bo, Mr. Bo, Mr. Lu, and the two young masters are all in the small round hall. The old man asked me to come out to greet you and Miss Nuan Xia...Hey, why don't you see Miss Nuan Xia?"
"She, she's gone."
Bo Jinghan responded in a low voice.
The tone was very calm, but Aze couldn't help but feel a movement in his heart, and subconsciously murmured, "Leaving?"
After a slight pause, he immediately smiled and said: "It seems that she is really busy preparing for the wedding!"
