The two trembling guards were also sent back by He Lianqing's phone call. Now, except for the twenty-odd bodyguards sent by He Lianqing to secretly protect Yingyu Garden, the entire Yingyu Garden only
The couple were left alone.
Qian Xiaojue had just laid down on the bed after taking a bath when it started raining heavily outside the window, accompanied by thunderstorms and lightning.
He Lianqing was on the phone in the bathroom. It was probably his grandparents who were asking about their situation. He was worried that they would be affected by such a sudden incident at home, and what they were most worried about was Qian Xiaojue's current situation.
's physical condition.
Qian Xiaojue lifted up the quilt and put on her slippers. She walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window with her arms folded. She opened the floor-to-ceiling window and walked onto the balcony. She looked down at the cherry blossom tree that had been hit by the thunder and lightning. The pink cherry blossoms had already fallen.
The ground seems to have never been in full bloom.
And the blood that dyed the lawn red was washed away, invaded the land, and flowed into the sewers, as if Aunt Qian's death... was just a dream.
"Don't catch a cold." Qian Xiaojue turned around as her body warmed up, and He Lianqing walked up behind her at some point and put a down jacket on her body.
"Ah Qing," Qian Xiaojue turned around again and looked at the cherry blossom tree indifferently, with a disappointed expression: "Do you think our home can still be the same as before? Aunt Qian is really dead... I
I know. But are my ideas too naive? Is it right or wrong to persist..." She was confused again.
Life is impermanent and fragile, she understands it better than anyone else.
Because her hands were covered with blood... In order to strengthen herself, she once had nightmares for two or three years, until she later became numb in her dreams.
He Lianqing hugged Qian Xiaojue from behind, lowered his head and kissed her hair, and softly said with some distress: "Don't think so much."
"Yeah..." She agreed, but what flashed through her mind were what happened when she faced Ye Feihan today.
Ye Feihan never changed, she was the one who changed.
She can't let go of the past, but she can't let go of the present.
"He Lianqing." Her voice suddenly became straight, and she slowly turned her head to look at the man behind her with an indifferent look on her face, "Aren't you curious about what happened when I saw Ye Feihan today?"
This time, he didn't even ask a word. And she suddenly realized from the sadness, Helian Qing... This time, he calmly made her uneasy.
He Lianqing covered her eyes with his big hand and said with the same indifference: "Today, you go to bed first. We will talk about what happened tomorrow."
Even without seeing his expression, she could guess that he must be as cold as ice at this moment.
"Okay." Since he can take it easy, she should take it easy too. There are many things she still needs to think about. Only by clearing her mind can she take the right medicine, right?
That night, Qian Xiaojue didn't sleep well again.
Because she had another dream one night, in which she confessed to He Lianqing, but He Lianqing left without looking back. When she caught up with him, he threw her away and pointed at her and asked: You
Give Aunt Qian her life back! She died because of you, and you are the murderer! You killed her with your own hands!
Qian Xiaojue couldn't argue a word, because that was the truth.
Aunt Qian died because of her, if it was really Ye Feihan who did it.
Then she was taken away by Ye Feihan again, no matter how she struggled.