Lu Sijue stood tall and handsome in the corridor. The sky was clear today, but he felt an inexplicable chill.
What is she hiding in her hand?
What secrets does she have in her heart?
"Master, what happened?" At this time, Butler Ye came over and asked in a low voice.
Lu Sijue's handsome face was calm. After a few seconds, he lifted his thin lips and said, "I'm going to see the piece of paper that the young mistress is hiding in her hand later. Do you understand?"
Butler Ye nodded respectfully, "Yes."
...
After the wedding, after a night of passion, Liu Yingluo fell asleep deeply in Lu Sijue's arms.
Lu Sijue's straight back rested lazily against the head of the bed. A cigarette was burning in the fingers of his right hand. He held Liu Yingluo with his left hand, letting her lie in his strong arms.
He just lowered his eyes and smoked, his eyes falling on Liu Yingluo's charming little face and looking at her for a long time.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Butler Ye's voice came from outside the door, "Master."
Lu Sijue got out of bed and opened the door to the room.
"Master, this is what you want." Butler Ye handed over the drawing paper, "This seems to be a very important thing for the young lady, and it is locked in the drawer."
Lu Sijue took the drawing paper and said, "I understand, go down."
"yes."
Lu Sijue closed the door to the room, stubbed out half of the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and then came to the floor-to-ceiling window.
Glancing at Liu Yingluo who was sleeping soundly, he slowly opened the drawing paper.
Lu Sijue, who was in his 50s, jumped into his eyes.
Lu Sijue's pupils shrank severely at this moment. He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face on the drawing paper. Who was he?
The man on the painting is just a back figure, but with a heavy sense of killing over the years, he looks like a powerful person who has been in a high position for a long time.
His shoulders are straight, but his hair is white on the temples, already covered with the vicissitudes of time.
Lu Sijue stared at this man in confusion. Liu Yingluo's pen tip was so gentle and affectionate when she was drawing him. She copied every inch of his facial features carefully, as if it was a small hand that had touched him countless times in her dreams.
Appearance.
There are mottled marks on the drawing paper, which are her tears.
Lu Sijue thought of the scene he saw when he pushed the door open. Liu Yingluo looked at the back of the man on the drawing paper with tears streaming down her face.
At that moment, he knew that the man on the drawing was the love of her life.
who is he?
Why is he so similar to me?
She loves him, so what does he mean?
Lu Sijue tugged on the drawing paper, and his heart was already filled with waves. This year was already the fourth thought between him and her. When they first met in the temple, he bumped into her bright eyes. At that time, her eyes
It's overflowing with love.
She seemed to have fallen in love with him very early.
It seemed that she had already been deeply in love with him before he even got to know her.
Lu Sijue was wondering, did her fierce love for him... all come from this man?
Is he a substitute for this man?
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