Liu Yingluo was very quiet now. She was a woman with an indifferent temperament. Now she felt a little more indifferent. She kept looking at Lu Sijue without raising her head. "Don't inform Ating and Zixian about this in advance. Prepare a special plane. I want to take them with you."
Si Jue returns to the imperial capital city."
Butler Ye nodded, "It's okay to go back to the Imperial City, but it's just where the old lady and Miss Yinyin are..."
"The old lady is not in good health, and Yinyin is still in a coma. When the children like Ating, Wanwan and Zixian rush back to stay with the old lady, the last one will inform the old lady."
Butler Ye hesitated. He felt that Liu Yingluo was very strange now. "Madam, when we take your husband back to the Imperial City, why don't we go back to the Lu family?"
Liu Yingluo shook her head gently, "No, we are not going back to the Lu family. I want to take Si Jue... to a place first."
...
The special plane took off soon, and Liu Yingluo took Lu Sijue back to the Imperial City.
It was late autumn now. Lu Sijue was sitting in a wheelchair with a thick blanket covering his legs, as if he was just asleep.
Liu Yingluo, wearing an apricot coat and a scarf tied around her neck, pushed Lu Sijue from behind, and they returned to the path behind Liu's house.
Butler Ye and everyone were waiting behind. There were only two of them here. Liu Yingluo walked all the way. The evening wind blew, and maple leaves fell one after another, covering the entire path.
Liu Yingluo brought him back, and time traveled, everything seemed to go back many years ago, when he and she were about to get married. That night he came to Liu's house for dinner, and Liu's father asked her to see him off.
That night, he and she walked like this, and then stopped.
The crown prince of the Lu family who held power in the imperial capital at that time was a young man, and she was nineteen years old and in full bloom. He looked at her with his handsome eyelids lowered and said to her - don't be afraid, be my Mrs. Lu.
,I will be good to you in the future.
So, he was kind to her all his life.
Liu Yingluo stopped at the same place as before. She slowly knelt down in front of Lu Sijue. In fact, she had a lot to say.
However, these words are meaningless.
The ancient clock in the distance is ringing again, the evening wind is rising, the pear blossoms are falling, and it is another night of farewell.
As the sun and moon change, who has blown away the youth in time?
Three times sorry.
Say I love you three times.
Liu Yingluo looked at him, and then gently rested her head on his lap, "Lu Sijue, I have made you lonely for so long, why am I still willing to make you lonely and sad now?"
You said that if there is an afterlife, I hope we will never meet again.
That time, it's me.
If there is an afterlife, I will definitely find you in the vast sea of people, I will fill all your regrets, treat you tenderly, and I will take you on a road to the end of the world.