In the side courtyard in the northwest corner, Qing Wan has not set foot here for nearly half a month because the old man left.
She didn't understand that the man had clearly agreed to marry her, but at the last moment, he was marrying someone else. What on earth was he planning to do?
The courtyard door, which had been in disrepair for a long time, was pushed open with force, accompanied by the sound of "squeaking--", which only felt harsh and unusual.
Qing Wan saw the crescent-white figure under the peach blossom tree at a glance.
The flowers and branches are graceful and thin.
Hearing the sound, the other party slowly turned around and saw her in a bright red wedding dress at the door. A look of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly returned to normal.
"Why?" Qingwan walked towards him step by step, her eyebrows were extremely cold, "Why on earth are you doing this?"
His eyes inadvertently fell on a packed bundle behind him. The confusion and uneasiness quickly rose to the top. His voice trembled slightly and became a little unlike his own, "Are you planning to leave here?"
Ji Lanjin frowned and said nothing, but looked at her with an almost apologetic look.
Qing Wan suddenly became angry. She rushed forward and beat the opponent's chest hysterically: "If you don't like me, you can refuse and don't marry me? Why do you treat me in this way? What do you want?"
What are you doing? Why do you want to find someone to pretend to be you and come to visit me? What are you planning to do by preparing these luggage? Just leave me to a strange man like this, and then leave without saying a word? Why? You do
Tell me, why is this?"
"Ahem..."
Perhaps the beating was too severe, and Ji Lanjin coughed unconsciously, with an abnormal paleness on her handsome face. After a long time, she finally uttered a few words from her throat: "I'm sorry, Awan."
"I'm sorry, what am I sorry for?" Qing Wan raised her head in confusion and looked at the other person in a daze.
Ji Lanjin pursed her pale lips and didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Qing Wan suddenly became even more annoyed. She stretched out her hand and wanted to hit him again, when she heard a joking voice from behind: "He only has half a life left now, if you keep hitting him like this
, he may not be able to wait to answer you and go directly to see the King of Hell."
"What, what did you say?" Qing Wan's hand movements paused, almost quickly, and she turned around in disbelief.
The expression on Ji Lanjin's face was also startled. She raised her eyes slightly and looked at the figure at the door with a somewhat complicated look.
The man was dressed in a bright red wedding dress, leaning against the old door frame in a lazy manner. He looked bright and elegant, and his body shape and appearance were exactly the same as those of the people around Qing Wan.
Only the expression on his face is slightly different.
If it weren't for the other person giving him a wrong feeling, these two people could almost pass the fake as real. It would be really hard to tell the difference between you and me.
Qingwan frowned and looked at the other person and said, "Who are you?"
The man opposite raised his eyebrows and said in a rather hurt tone: "Tsk, tsk, you heartless woman, how long have you not seen me before, and you don't recognize me so quickly?"
There was only one person who could talk to me like this in my memory. Qing Yuan paused and exhaled almost subconsciously: "Are you Lan Ge?"
The man opposite smiled evilly, revealing his dazzling white teeth, "To be precise, my name should be Ji Lange."