"Actually, we came here this time because of my mother's request on her deathbed. She asked me to give this letter to the owner of Qingyue Villa." Huang Yuezhen said while taking the letter from the ring.
He took out the letter and put it in his hand.
Seeing the letter held in Huang Yuezhen's hand, she didn't know whether Huang Yuezhen did it intentionally or unintentionally. She faced the man with the words on the envelope.
The man looked at the six words "The one you love most" on the envelope, his eyes filled with tangled and complicated emotions, and he didn't even notice there was a trace of tenderness in his cold eyes.
He knew Huang Xinyi's handwriting. Seeing those words was like seeing her. So, inexplicably, he fell into deep thought and was distracted for a moment.
He thought that no matter what she faced, he would be calm and unfazed, but when he saw Huang Yuezhen, who looked exactly like her, and when he saw the words written by her,
When there was that letter, the calm lake in his heart actually began to shake violently, disturbing his inner waters, and he could no longer suppress it.
If he could suppress it, many things would probably be different.
At this moment, he had an urge to fly up and snatch the letter directly from Huang Yuezhen's hand, but he held back.
He cannot let his emotions be exposed in front of these people. Once he is exposed, the people on the opposite side will seize on his weaknesses. But can someone as powerful as him also have weaknesses?
"Qing'er, go and get the letter for me." The man came back to his senses and spoke coldly. He ordered the man beside him who had never said a word and whose eyes were full of melancholy.
The man was very tall and thin, and the black robe he wore felt a little empty. The skin on his exposed face was almost the same color as the mask he was wearing. It was very pale. From a distance, he looked very pale.
, as if the mask was originally his face and had grown on his face.
It was the first time that Huang Yuezhen saw that a person's skin had no color difference from the white mask. One can imagine how white his face was.
Ye Qingqing nodded slightly, and his untied long hair, like a summoning flag, swayed gently with his movements, as if there were countless lights, and his originally pitch-black hair was so black and shiny.
Ye Wuqing raised his head and walked towards Huang Yuezhen unhurriedly. However, after taking less than a step, Huang Yuezhen stretched out his hand in front of him and shook his head slightly to prevent him from approaching her.
"Wait!" Her voice followed the movement. She raised her eyes and glanced at Ye Wuqing, "Don't come over yet. If you come over again, I will destroy this letter."
As expected, Ye Wuqing stopped and turned around to look at the man. The man nodded to him, "Qing'er, come back first."
He wanted to see what tricks Huang Yuezhen was going to play. No matter what she did, he was bound to get this letter. He had to get it and see what Huang Xinyi wrote.
"It's not that I won't give you the letter, it's just that my mother told me before she died that if you want to get this letter, you must first expose your left arm." Huang Yuezhen said.
The man frowned, "Why bother? I am the owner of Qingyue Villa."
"Since you are the owner of Qingyue Villa, what are you worried about? Just show your left arm. This is my mother's last wish before she died. I will naturally do well what she entrusted to me before she died."