After she left Zuo Sichen away,

Suddenly, this scene caught her eye:

The trumpets, shining in the sun, lowered their heads on the lush grass.

The boy was sitting by the dilapidated fountain, but he seemed to be sitting in the British afternoon sun, his posture was still elegant and quiet, but if he looked closely, he would find blood on his lips.

The sifted sunlight fell from the shadows of the trees and covered her fair skin. "Boy... go see the hell." After hearing this, people couldn't help but make a vomiting sound.

Xinqing frowned faintly, not planning to care about the other people's business, it had nothing to do with her.

"Even if I die, I will peel off a layer of skin." The boy brushed away the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up stumbled. His face looked extremely ugly.

Xinqing turned around and saw such extremely familiar eyes.

After a moment of silence.

Xinqing stood on the pebbly path, and various small pebbles of strange colors formed an abstract painting with a wonderful concept. The trumpet flowers on the side of the road were snow-white, clustered on both sides of the path, blooming with a quiet and light fragrance.

Because of a moment of hesitation, the middle-aged man discovered her. As if he wanted to kill someone to silence him, his gun turned to Xinqing.
Chapter completed!