At the entrance of Dali Temple.

A carriage was parked quietly not far away, and the coachman Luohe stood meticulously on one side.

Two or three feet away from the carriage, there was a figure in the fifth-grade red-robed official uniform, standing straight with his hands in front of the sun, looking at the small river in front of Dali Temple from afar.

A row of willow trees beside the river, and the graceful spring shadows and the slender shadow of the man were entangled into a ball of light and shadow. When the spring breeze blew, the debris swayed gently like flowing gold.

He can create a scenery alone.

Zhao Chonghuan looked at this beautiful scene from afar, and suddenly it felt a little hot in her eyes, as if the light seemed too bright and it hurt her eyes.

And at this moment, he looked back and looked over as if he was sensing.

Their eyes met, and he smiled, and for a moment, the glory was even more dazzling than the spring behind him.

Without hesitation, he came to her standing.

He smiled and stared at her, his beautiful eyes without a moment, and there was a bottomless light.

The one in his eyes was her true face after the ugly man's mask.

The spring day in this way is full of blue clouds and sky, and every bit of it is his joy.

He approached and saw that she was still looking at him with concentration, and couldn't help but smile: "I'm so impressed by seeing it?"

She came back to her senses in a daze, couldn't help but sniff him, and defended: "The spring light made me forget God!"

He smiled, and his handsome face was even more beautiful than spring.

The cheeks behind her mask were born that only she knew.

"Breakfast is available?" he asked again.

Zhao Chonghuan nodded as he said.

A vegetarian cake made by A Zhao was accompanied by half a bowl of corn porridge.

She has always eaten less, and today she is even more difficult to swallow when she looks at A Zhao's tears in her eyes.

But in the little girl's melancholy and sad eyes, she didn't dare not to eat, but forced herself to swallow all the food in front of her.

"Is there a good sleep in my new residence last night?" He walked closer and lowered his eyes and asked again.

The faint fragrance of water on his body floated from the end of her nose, she was slightly stunned, then looked up at his eyes, which turned into a thicker color, as if it had a different meaning, and murmured: "It's okay!"

"What's wrong?" Xie Changhuai keenly noticed her abnormality and she was a little depressed.

"It's okay!" She smiled, "Let's go in and see what Li Sicheng has found?"

After saying that, he didn't let him react, so he walked in first.

Xie Changhuai's dark eyes contained light, but he did not move. He only focused his mind for a moment, turned around and looked at Luo He from afar.

The Luohe immediately replied, and disappeared in a flash.

Xie Changhuai turned around and looked at Zhao Chonghuan, who had already walked quickly into the magnificent gate of Dali Temple. His eyes were as thoughtful as he bowed respectfully at the door. He also walked in with his steps.

Soon, Xie Changhuai caught up with Zhao Chonghuan's footsteps and the two walked side by side.

But before they arrived at the hall, they heard a hoarse yelling from a man from there—

"Super! Super!"

Then Wang Rongzuo rushed over from the charity room behind with a look of horror.

"Why are you so noisy!" Li Sicheng hurriedly walked out of his house.

"Last night, all the corpses transported back last night were gone--" Wang Jun was speechless.

Li Sicheng was stunned and did not react for a moment.

"What's the point of disappearing?" Li Sicheng then became panicked and couldn't help asking.
Chapter completed!