Xiao's body froze slightly, and his whole body was tense, expecting and fearing at the same time.
Su Hen's palms also felt the tightening of his muscles. His fingers slightly picked at the edge of the robe, then he retracted, turning around and no longer looking at Xiao.
Xiao looked at her back...
I really want to reach out and hug her, hold her in my arms.
In the end, he just moved his fingers slightly, then looked at her vertically and silently...
"Go out, I'm going to bed."
Su Hen waved his hand behind his back.
Xiao stood still and said in a deep voice, "I can serve the prince and rest."
"Not the time."
Su Hen shook his head lightly, "Let's go!"
She wasn't talking about the timing, not the need.
Xiao understood her thoughts, so he sighed secretly, walked out, and waited outside the door.
Su Hen looked at the closed door and sat down.
There seems to be still a breath of Xiao left in the air...
She reached out and touched her hot face, smiled self-deprecatingly, pulled out a book from the bookshelf, and began to read...
No matter how much she drinks, it will affect her sleep, so she can't be idle...
*
Looking at the old and dull hairpin on the display cabinet in front of him, Su Hen's mind was filled with memories of Xiao.
Memories are often like weeds. Once they take root, they will grow like crazy...
She suddenly missed Xiao very much.
I miss his paralyzed face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, I miss him always being five steps away from me, I miss his elegant style in that black mink robe...
These longings made her heart feel like it was being scratched by a cat's claws, making her very uncomfortable.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing her staring at the rough hairpin for a long time with her eyes in a daze, as if she was thinking about something, Ji Yinghan couldn't help but ask.
His shout brought Su Hen back to reality from his memories and thoughts.
She raised her eyes and looked at the men and women around her wearing clothes that were completely different from Dayong's, and then looked at the wooden hairpin lying quietly in the display case...
There was also a dreamlike feeling, which made it difficult for her to tell whether this was a dream of hers.
"Why did you become an idiot?"
Ji Yinghan reached out and patted her shoulder, "Are other antiques better than this broken hairpin? Why do you seem to see a peerless treasure? Look, the bronze over there is from the Shang Dynasty."
"Can this be bought?"
Su Hen's gaze did not even glance at the bronze vessel surrounded by many people.
She just wants to get back what belongs to her.
"I heard that these objects on display in the exhibition area will be auctioned later. Are you really interested in this?"
Ji Yinghan asked doubtfully.
Su Hen nodded.
"This hairpin is made of wood and the workmanship is not good. It doesn't have much collection value, right? It's better to choose a jade hairpin."
Ji Yinghan said.
"That's all I want."
Su Hen said firmly, "How much do you think it will fetch?"
"This cannot be estimated. The price of antiques has never been capped. It depends on personal preferences and values. If it were me, I would think this hairpin is worthless. Even if I spend ten yuan to buy it, it would still feel expensive.
. But for you, it may be different. I guess as long as you have money, no matter how much you spend, you want to win it, right? "
