930. Chapter 930 He doesn't look down on her at all
Lan Xiu was holding the wedding book in his hand, a little dazed. He heard Indra's faint warning, he subconsciously opened his mouth, as if he wanted to defend Luo Qingyu, but Indra was walking too fast and he had no chance...
He couldn't help looking at Luo Qingyu. Luo Qingyu was still sitting there, straight, his face turned pale, his red lips were pursed tightly, and he had already lost his blood.
Her mind was confused, and the only thing she felt was pain, indescribable pain!
A heart was as if it was penetrated by a cold sword, and it hurt to the extreme and cold to the extreme...
Now he looks down on her at all!
In his eyes, she was just a little fairy who tried every means to climb up, as humble as an ant—
Her eyes were long and she floated towards the wedding book, the red wedding book, with a pair of winged bird branches printed on it, and the two names were closely attached to it—
Indra, Yan Chi—
Those two words hurt her eyes!
Eight days, they got married in eight days-
Then what else can she do? What else can she do?
My heart is empty, and it is so desperate for the first time in my life!
Despair that cannot be seen!
It turns out that love can be so hurtful, so heart-suffering and bone-
I can see you and hear you, but you think I am a stranger...
Her face was too pale, and Lan Xiu could hardly see the real despair on her face. Seeing her eyes staring at her wedding book in her hands, she hurriedly put it away.
Want to change the topic: "Qinglan, I...I'll show you the resentful spirit..."
Luo Qingyu lowered his eyes and slowly lowered his sleeves: "No need, don't defile your reputation."
Her voice was light and she seemed to be light.
Lan Xiu's blood surged upwards: "Qinglan, he doesn't know the inside story. I'm afraid it's bad if there is a resentful spirit on you, so it's better to expel it as soon as possible."
Luo Qingyu shook his head, stood up slowly, and smiled lightly again: "It doesn't matter. You're busy." She turned around and left.
"Qinglan--" Lan Xiu was worried and couldn't help calling her again.
Luo Qingyu didn't look back, but waved his hand back and turned around.
Her body was always straight, but no matter how she looked at her back, she felt a bleak smell...
Lan Xiu looked at the red wedding invitation in his sleeve and was stunned. He was not close to Di Shiyin, but just an ordinary relationship with immortals and officials.
He never thought that Indra would come to deliver wedding invitations in person. Wouldn't he just send a waiter to do this?
Why did he come in person?
Could it be that he is Yan Chi’s master and comes to show respect in person?
Shaking his head, he couldn't figure it out.
When he thought of Luo Qingyu, he felt ache in his heart. Is this blow fatal to this girl?
She—she can’t be too impressed—
The more he thought about it, the more he became, the more he became, and he couldn't hold back and ran to Luo Qingyu's room.
The door was closed, and there was no movement inside.
"Qinglan, Qinglan..." He called her outside the door.
After all, it was night, so it was not good for him to break in blindly.
"What's the matter with Lan Xiu Shangxian?"
Luo Qingyu's voice came from the door, and the sound was steady, not like he was sad and was about to commit suicide.