As for the daughter of the prime minister's family... he seemed to be almost unable to remember what she looked like...
Mr. Yun only felt extremely regretful in his heart, and that strong regret almost swallowed him whole.
Hua Weiluo looked at his lonely back and the blooming crabapple in front of him, feeling inexplicably sad.
"Do you think he understands his feelings?" Zhishan suddenly lowered his head, leaned over Hua Weiluo's ear and asked softly.
"Hmm..." Hua Weiluo nodded and couldn't help but sniff. Some people, if they have never lost something, may never know how to cherish it in their lifetime. But at this moment, although he already knows how to cherish it, he can't take it back.
His beloved.
"Well... it's a pity. If it weren't for the fact that we had to rush to the manor on the top of the mountain, I really wanted him to stand like this for a while." The corners of Zhishan's lips suddenly raised a smile that was half a smile.
"What??" Hua Weiluo looked up at him without knowing why, but she saw a glimmer of light in his eyes.
His jade-white fingers were gently clasped in front of him, a faint blue light danced on his fingertips, and then disappeared in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, a red light suddenly flashed across the crabapple tree not far away, and a moment later, a crabapple dressed in red appeared in front of them.
"Haitang!! Are you recovered!?" Mr. Yun's heart, which had completely fallen into despair, suddenly jumped for joy when he saw Haitang standing in front of him again.
"..." Haitang glanced at Mr. Yun meaningfully, then turned around and glared at Zhishan.
But all she saw was a smile on Zhishan's lips, mouthing silently towards her: "You're welcome."
Thank you sister!! When did I say I wanted to thank you!!
Damn it, if I hadn’t been pinned down by you, would I have had to stand there for so long in my original form?
Haitang thought angrily in her heart, but a white and soft little hand was unexpectedly held tightly by Mr. Yun.
"Haitang..." Mr. Yun was a little excited. He called Haitang's name, but he didn't know what to say.
"Why are you calling me!?" Haitang glared at Mr. Yun fiercely, your sister! If she had known that pretending to be dead could make him see her own heart so easily, why didn't she pretend to be dead a few years earlier.
"Madam..." Mr. Yun's low and gentle voice whispered in her ears. Such a gentle voice was like the softest down on a pigeon's neck.
"Who is your wife!! I figured it out!! I want to leave the Seventh Prince's Mansion and go out to explore the world!! I have been directly captured by the Seventh Prince's Mansion since I came down. I haven't been to other parts of the country yet. Take a good look.
Take a look." Haitang said angrily to Mr. Yun: "After I leave, the position of the seventh prince's concubine will be vacant. There are so many concubines in your house, whoever falls in love can take it!!"
"You..." Mr. Yun was stunned by Haitang's "cracking" words for a moment. When he came to his senses, he grabbed Haitang's wrist with all his strength and said in a deep voice: "No, you can't
Walk."
"It hurts...why??" Haitang raised her eyebrows and stared at him, saying: "You said that no matter when I want to leave, you will not stop me!!"
