He looked quietly at the photo in his hand, with a gentle expression and a soft voice falling on the ground, "Do you know, I will take care of this lavender for myself every day. Even in winter, I will do everything possible to make it
Bloom, because I want to make the Paris Tower complete on your behalf. When the Paris Tower completes, you will come back and marry me..."
Wang Aoshuang stood there in shock, like a stone sculpture. She really couldn't believe that this cold man actually had such a tender side.
"Mu Si, where are you?... Come back quickly... No matter you go to the ends of the world, I will wait for you to come back. As long as you are by my side, everything else is not important. As long as you come back, I promise not to
Let anyone hurt you, including myself...Mu Si...Mu Si...Mu Si..."
Listening to the painful but dedicated call, looking at his haggard and unbearable handsome face, a burst of pity suddenly surged in Wang Aoshuang's heart.
Before this, she had always hated Lan Yuchi very much, thinking that he was cold, cruel, and promiscuous, tortured herself again and again without any mercy.
But at this moment, my hatred for him suddenly became less intense, and on the contrary, a sigh arose.
In fact, people have a sentimental side, but some people hide it very deeply, and this sentimentality is often only revealed inadvertently.
"Mu Si...Mu Si...Mu Si..." Lan Yuchi lowered his head and kept calling, his voice becoming more fragile and full of sadness.
After more than 10 minutes, the sound became smaller and smaller, and Lan Yuchi also lay on the ground, looking like he was asleep.
In the middle of winter, sleeping on the floor like this will definitely catch a cold. If she was usually cold, she wouldn't care, but this man tonight did make people feel pitiful.
She turned and left, walked to the butler's room, and knocked on the door.
The housekeeper came out in his clothes and frowned deeply, "Miss Wang, it's so late, is there anything wrong?"
"Lan Yuchi got drunk and fell into the study."
The housekeeper was shocked, "Young Master is drunk again?"
The two of them quickly walked to the study room, and Lan Yuchi was lying on the ground motionlessly.
The two of them worked together to help him up. The moment Lan Yuchi raised his head, Wang Aoshuang stood there blankly, as if she had lost consciousness, and a feeling that could not be described in thousands of words surged into her heart.
Lan Yuchi's bright face actually had tears on his face, extending from the corner of his eyes to his chin, like rain flowing through the dry soil in winter, with a heart-wrenching desolation.
His eyes were closed, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his expression was as lonely as the remaining flowers in the cold wind. The shallow tears shone a faint faint light under the shadow of the lamp, reflecting a speechless sadness.
A man doesn't cry easily, but he hasn't reached the depths of love...
She would never have thought that a man as arrogant, violent, cold and arrogant as him would hide such unknown sadness.
He must have loved Mu Siai in his bones, otherwise why would he have left such sad tears?
"Miss Wang, let's help the young master back to the room." The housekeeper interrupted her trance.
The two of them helped Lan Yuchi to the bed. He kept calling Mu Si's name, his eyebrows were filled with desolation and sadness.
Looking at the fragile face in front of him, Wang Aoshuang couldn't help but ask, "Butler, what's going on?"