Lu Feng remembered that it was the one that covered Su Qing'er when she broke into the trick door array and rescued her.
Lu Feng frowned slightly, wondering what Su Qing'er's use of storing this dirty and worn-out clothes was. If it was out of gratitude, it should be cleaned and returned to its original owner.
Looking to one side, he saw that the black shackles were exuding a chill, and there was a faint smell of herbs on them.
"It's the one that was cuffed to Su Qing'er's feet in the black ice cliff," Lu Feng identified it through the smell of herbs on it.
This made Lu Feng even more confused. Why did he bring these unlucky shackles home?
And it was kept so exquisitely that a storage box was specially built for it?
With doubts, Lu Feng came to the desk on one side.
On the table is an unfinished picture scroll spread out, with a man and a woman cuddling together. The man is dressed in white, with fluttering clothes. He looks very handsome and wild, but his facial features and appearance have not yet been described, so it is difficult to distinguish.
No specific person is named.
The woman on the scroll has a delicate face, with a shallow sweet pear dimple emerging from the corner of her mouth.
Lu Feng vaguely recognized that the woman was Su Qing'er, and couldn't help but wonder who the man with no facial features could be.
"I didn't expect that this daughter of the Su family has already been secretly in love with her. No wonder Chai Tong's entanglement has no result," Lu Feng couldn't help but smile.
Putting down the scroll, Lu Feng glanced at a few books piled on the corner of the desk.
There is no writing on the cover of the book, it just depicts a simplified ink abstract picture.
It can be vaguely distinguished that it is a scene of a man rethreading a woman's eyebrows.
Although Lu Feng was a little curious, he did not extend his hand out of courtesy. At this time, a breeze blew by...
The soft paper was gently blown open and a page opened. Lu Feng looked around and saw the various words on the inner page. He couldn't help but froze in place.
"What I regret is not that I entered the battle, but that I was too weak and not strong enough to take you out."
"There is nothing wrong with trying to be strong. If you don't push yourself, how can you stimulate your potential? If you don't try to do something, how can you know that you can't do it."
"You can't become stronger by simply being patient. Even if you lose, you still have to make the other party peel off their skin."
…
Lu Feng looked embarrassed and looked at every word and every word in the book...
These are all words he once said.
This is not a book about stories, it is clearly excerpted by Su Qing'er herself.
Even if Lu Feng's temperament is straight, he now understands the feelings between each other.
The shackles with the scent of medicine, the blood-stained robe, the excerpted words...
And the unfinished picture scroll...
It’s clearly myself that I’m depicting!
"Su Qing'er... could it be..." Lu Feng panicked.
Suddenly, a figure stumbled into the door. Looking at Lu Feng, who was standing in front of the table, glancing at the book, he suddenly let out a loud scream.
The person who came was none other than Su Qing'er.
She was actually in the courtyard. When Su Mo came back, she happened to receive a summons from her mother and walked over.
At first she was very happy when she heard that Lu Feng had come to her home, but when she heard that the latter had gone to the backyard, she became panicked. She quickly put aside what she was discussing and ran to the backyard in a panic.
Chapter completed!