Qingluan glanced at Sikong Chenyun who was walking towards him, didn't want to pay attention to him, and turned around to leave.

Sikong Chenyun's smile stiffened for a moment, and then he quickly caught up with Qingluan.

"Wait!" Sikong Chenyun stepped in front of Qingluan and stood in front of him.

Qingluan looked at Sikong Chenyun coldly. If it hadn't been for him, her innocence would not have been destroyed in Puyang Zhuo's hands. She always warned herself to hate him!

"What's the matter?" Qingluan looked impatient. She didn't give him a good look either. Was it necessary to give him a good look when talking to someone she hated?

Sikong Chenyun looked innocent and harmless.

"I want my painting back!" He said and handed over another painting in his hand.

Qingluan took the painting from Sikong Chenyun, and a handsome man appeared in front of him. He was none other than Puyang Zhuo. Qingluan handed the painting to Xiaolan, then turned to leave.

"What about my painting?" Sikong Chenyun became anxious when he saw Qingluan was leaving, and reached out to Qingluan for his painting.

Qingluan's lips curled into a sneer, and she raised her eyebrows.

"Your painting? When did you paint?" Biao Luan was very disdainful. In her memory, this Sikong Chenyun seemed to be incapable of painting.

Sikong Chenyun was poured cold water on the spot, but he still kept his smile.

"It's the painting you gave me before!" Sikong Chenyun said unyieldingly. He blamed him for recognizing the wrong person, blame him for treating Qingluan badly, and blame him for giving Qingluan to Puyang Zhuo.

Even he hates himself a little. How could he give up Qingqian to others?

Hum hum!

"The painting I gave you, when did I give it to you?" Qingluan's eyes were still cold, and the disdainful smile at the corner of her mouth had been withdrawn by her.

Sikong Chenyun was stunned. It is true that she had never given a painting to her. It was given to her by her sister Mu Qingfeng! It’s really ridiculous to think about it. It was Mu Qingfeng who took Mu Qingluan’s painting and gave it to herself. It turned out that it was

I should have fallen in love with the person who painted the painting, but by accident, I fell in love with the person who sent the painting! Is it too late to regret it now?

"Then why did you draw me? Did you like me very much before?" Sikong Chenyun did not miss a single detail.

Like him? Is he qualified? Qingluan despised him in her heart. If he hadn't designed it, how could she have lost her innocence and been forced to marry Puyang Zhuo.

"The only person I like is Sikong Chenyi!" she said coldly.

But Sikong Chenyun's whole body was almost stiff as if five thunders were struck. How could she remember Sikong Chenyi? Hadn't she already drank the water of forgetfulness? Did she remember everything?

"Do you remember when your poison was cured the next day?" Sikong Chenyun asked in disbelief. If her poison was cured, would she remember a lot of things she shouldn't remember, such as her suffering in prison?

, all of them watched her drink the love water. He remembered her saying that if she could remember, she would hate every one of them.

Qingluan nodded without hesitation, she remembered, remembered everything that happened in the past, remembered that she was abused and no one paid attention, remembered that her most beloved Sikong Chenyi got married to her sister, remembered all of them

They all called her a slut. I remember that all of them had wronged her and were beaten to a bloody pulp.
Chapter completed!