She covered her back with her hands, her face turned pale, and she breathed heavily.
Lan Yuchi ignored him, snorted coldly, and walked directly to the second floor.
Wang Aoshuang sat for a while, then stood up with difficulty, found the medicine box and walked back to her room.
She rubbed some medicated oil and felt that the wound was no longer so painful, so she fell asleep.
She didn't sleep well all night, so she got up very early and went for a walk outside.
She saw some fishermen coming ashore with lively seafood, so she bought some and planned to make a pot of seafood porridge. After all, Lan Yuchi was so angry that she overheard him, so it would be nice to express a little apology.
When she returned to the villa, she heard Lan Yuchi's confused and nervous voice, "Where is my lavender?"
She looked around and saw Lan Yuchi standing in front of the window sill, looking anxiously at the blank window sill.
He glanced at Wang Aoshuang, with doubt in his eyes.
She quickly said: "I have never touched lavender."
"But it was clearly here last night."
"Could it be that Shen Jiajia helped you put it somewhere else?"
Lan Yuchi hurriedly looked around, looking extremely anxious, as if a rare treasure was missing.
But he searched every corner of the villa and couldn't find any trace of lavender.
He immediately woke up Shen Jiajia, "Jiajia, have you taken my lavender?"
Shen Jiajia was stunned, "I have been sleeping with you, and you also know that I have never gotten up."
Lan Yuchi rushed downstairs again and asked Wang Aoshuang rudely, "Tell me, where did you hide the lavender?"
Wang Aoshuang's tone was extremely firm: "I really didn't take it."
He stared at him closely, his eyes darkened, and then rushed out of the door.
She was a little surprised by his expression, so she followed him out.
Lan Yuchi came to the garden and looked around, and suddenly his eyes fell on the trash can in the garden.
His eyes shuddered heavily, his face changed rapidly, and his originally charming lips suddenly lost their charm.
Wang Aoshuang followed his gaze and was surprised to see that the beautiful pot of lavender was being thrown into pieces in the trash can.
Its green leaves, elegant flowers, and colorful branches lie there in a mess, as if they have been severely trampled.
Lan Yuchi rushed over with a single stride, his face filled with huge pain, as if it was his body that had been destroyed.
He trembled his hands and picked up the lavender stumps one by one, trembling his bloodless lips, his voice trembling slightly, "Why is this happening?... Mu Si, I have lost everything about you, and the only thing left is
There was only one lavender tree to accompany me, but now it has left me too... What do you want me to do?"
He picked up all the branches and leaves one by one and held them in his hands, his expression extremely sad.
"Mu Si, do you know that whenever I miss you, I talk to lavender, because you took it back with your own hands and it has your shadow on it. Whenever I see it, I feel like you are there.
In front of me. But now that it is gone, who should I say all my words to in the future..."
He quietly looked at the broken flower branches in his hands, his face was desolate and desolate, and his heart was as broken as the lavender.
"Muse, I can't forget you, and I can't live alone in a place without you. So it's ridiculous that I think of lavender as you. Whenever I miss you, I shrink myself into a hedgehog.
, hold the lavender in your arms, don't want any sound, don't want any light, wait for it quietly, let it resolve my grief. But now... I really want to lose you, lose you
It's so thorough that I no longer have any energy to put my soul on, how do you want me to live?..."