If in a little-known cake shop in a small town, a brown-haired and blue-eyed Western beauty appears, and her eyes as deep as lake green are not lingering on those beautiful cakes and pastries.

Then, you need to pay attention.

Although she was born in a small town, it was still a small town in the south. In Reiko's eyes, meeting one or two foreigners by chance seemed normal.

But it can still be seen from the surprise on her face that the Western woman standing in the cake shop looking around at this moment is unusually beautiful.

That unique style is not reflected in her deep, snow-white face that resembles the glaciers of the Arctic Ocean. Rather, it is reflected in the strong Nordic style that exudes from her whole body.

The chiffon long skirt makes the already slender figure even slimmer. The simple but elegant willow brogue-style leather boots and the bohemian-style straw belt hang around the waist.

Just the sight of that station is a sight to behold, a sight rarely seen in China.

Qingwu felt that Reiko was really making a fuss. She was studying new pastries with Master Zhang in the kitchen, but Reiko suddenly dragged her out.

Looking at the back of the beautiful frozen sculpture.

Qingwu was stunned for a moment, then walked over, and the woman just turned around.

Her skin is as good as fresh snow, her figure is like a lotus, and her long brown to white hair is folded behind her head. She is clearly a young face that is definitely no older than thirty, with deep-set eye sockets and beautiful prominent brow bones.

The nose is too tall.

Qing Wu estimated that she was a Nordic woman.

She was thinking about what language to use to say hello to show her politeness and goodwill, but the woman raised her eyebrows, smiled slightly, and looked at Qingwu with a friendly look, with a bit of inquiry in her friendliness.

Qingwu could feel that it was not the first time she saw a stranger. Obviously, this woman must have heard about or seen her before.

"Hello, my name is Violet."

Qingwu nodded in surprise, indicating that she knew, and secretly thought to herself that such a fluent Chinese pronunciation must have been living in a Chinese environment for a long time, but judging from her novelty about Chinese-style architecture, it can be concluded that,

She just came to China not long ago.

So……

"Hello, Miss, I would like to ask, do you know me?"

Qingwu pointed at herself and asked friendly.

He nodded and said matter-of-factly, "Han has your photo in a small box in the cabinet on his desk. He didn't let me see it and kept it locked for a long time. But once I took advantage of it and stole the key.

After rummaging through the small box, I found something about love rivals

The most valuable things are your photos, four or five of them, from a shooting point of view, they were all taken secretly."

After saying that, she stared at Qing Wu with a smile, but when she saw Qing Wu's face, she paused for a moment, her body stiffened briefly, and her eyes became even more empty. She was puzzled, "What's wrong with you?"

Qingwu felt that her head had been empty for a long time, and her ears had lost hearing. It took her a long time to come back to her senses, and then she realized that her whole body felt like it was being passed through by electricity, and it was full of burning sensation.

"...Han? Jiang Henhan?"

She heard the trembling arc in her own voice, and was very uncertain. She kept staring, fearing that the woman in front of her would suddenly shake her head or say no. Read the full text of The Ghost Book of Immortality.

Full of confusion, she smiled and said that Qingwu's question was strange, "Yes. Han, it's him... I'm sorry, didn't he contact you?"

Qingwu's heart was like a cowhide drum commonly used at funerals, jumping up and down, her disbelieving joy mixed with the complicated sadness that Jiang Henhan disappeared without a word.

She always had a feeling that the man covered in warm light would not really die like that five days later.

Now, this woman told her that her intuition was right.

Jiang Henhan is not dead.

Tears slowly overflowed from Qingwu's eyes. She didn't know what to express with the tears. Are they joy, relief, or relief?

Very good!

She was a little at a loss and took a deep breath. She didn't care about her image in front of this Nordic woman. She stepped forward and grabbed her hand. This move almost frightened someone who had never experienced anything like this.

"Please tell me, is Henhan... okay now? Is his body... his heart... okay?"

"When I met him five years ago, he was already dying, as if he would die if he closed his mouth and stopped breathing. It was really scary. I am a nurse, and I heard that a cardiologist from the cardiac surgery department came all the way from China.

The patient seemed very new to everyone. Someone told me, so I went to see him, and I saw him. Although he was sick and bloodless, he was indeed a very handsome Chinese man. The chief resident and I applied to transfer him to take care of him. I knew

He was going to die, and his mood had been very calm. Until the fourth day, by some strange combination of circumstances, a patient in our hospital who had been waiting for a heart for a long time finally received a heart flown from California, USA, but he was unable to undergo heart replacement surgery.

He died on the operating table before, so the heart lived in Han's body. I didn't have much hope at first, because I heard from him that he had already had a heart transplant operation before, but there was a serious condition.

He had a rejection reaction, but the new one was surprisingly compatible with his immune system. Until now, he has lived for five years."

Qingwu felt that she was listening to a myth, but no matter what, she couldn't express her happiness. Jiang Henhan was still alive. From this point of view, it was very good.

"Miss, why doesn't he come to China with you? Doesn't he miss us?"

"You mean cold? He didn't know that I came to China. His life there was very peaceful. His body had almost recovered, and he found a fairly easy job. He didn't mention it, but I could tell that occasionally

He will also reminisce about the past."

"You and him, you are..."

"No, I'm still chasing him, and I've been chasing him for five years. He still loves you, so I'm curious, so I came to see what the woman he has been in love with for five years and can't let go is like."

Qing Wu smiled, "Henhan is like an ancient pine. It takes a certain amount of perseverance to shake him. He will fall in love with you. You need to be patient."

"It's been five years, am I still impatient? I admit that I came over to see my love rival because I was impatient and confused, but when I saw you, my inferiority complex suddenly disappeared. You are not that

A type of woman who easily makes people nervous."

Qing Wu encouraged not to give up. She understood Jiang Henhan. He was a man who was too dull to compete with her. He was always in a passive state emotionally and would never take a step forward without anyone pushing him.

of.

"I'm waiting to attend your wedding."

"Thanks."

The visit lasted for two days, and then flew back to Sweden.

When she was sent to the airport, Qingwu took out her mobile phone and dialed Ling Sicong. The content was only one sentence.
Chapter completed!