Everything is beautiful, just like a royal palace in the European Middle Ages.
When I walked out of the white door with gold lacquer and carvings, I saw a picturesque sunset in front of the door.
This is a mid-level villa built on the mountain. When you look at it, you can see endless green mountain scenery far and near. To the southeast of the gate, you can see a natural waterfall, with gurgling water flowing from top to bottom.
Split the silence of the mountains and go all the way. Several villas around are far apart and hidden in the trees. They are also in typical Baroque style. Although they were built only a short time ago, there are no old castles covered with vines and no traces of vicissitudes of life.
In ancient times, every corner, every minute of air, and every ray of sunshine is filled with a quiet and restrained aristocratic atmosphere - just like the aura of Murong Qingzhen.
In the spacious yard, there is a carefully designed garden with a full range of varieties, with overlapping rockeries, small bridges and flowing water, creating a classical and elegant paradise.
After a five-minute golf cart ride, they arrived at their destination. After passing through the corridor and turning right, they found a rather vast strawberry field.
"Do you like it? These all belong to you." Murong Qingzhen picked one and put it in her mouth.
Jiang Zimo has also been to a strawberry greenhouse, but this was her first time seeing such a large open-air strawberry field. She changed into the flat shoes handed to her by the attendant, took the bamboo basket, and greedily picked the largest and most popular ones.
They picked a full basket before they even bothered to eat.
"Of course I do. I've always wanted to have a strawberry farm like this, but I've never just thought about it."
Murong Qingzhen couldn't help but purse her lips and smile when he saw her lowering her eyes while picking strawberries. Fresh strawberry juice is the easiest to stain her lips. She ate in a hurry, and in the gap between talking, several drops of bright red juice splashed on her chin.
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His heart moved, and numerous floating shadows passed before his eyes.
On the day they first met after returning to China, she walked up to him in a gorgeous dress with great demeanor. Then she tied his hands and feet in the hotel room, and called him a bitch when she stepped on his vital parts. She was so angry that her father was ill and hospitalized.
The feeling of being at a loss when you agreed to propose, the joy on your face when you held a large bouquet of blue roses, the helplessness when you half-drunk and crying on his shoulder, the obedience when sleeping peacefully in his arms, the joy when you deliberately wanted to please him.
The indecision and preoccupation in her eyes could not be hidden, as well as the laziness and charming sexiness that she inadvertently revealed as she moved under him, the coquettishness and anger when she was angry...
He has known her for more than twenty years and has seen so many faces of her, but now he realizes that what he loves most is her greed and childishness at this moment.
He couldn't help but lean down and kiss her, from the tip of her eyebrows to her cheeks. The light in her eyes made him feel at ease for the first time, and even the sudden desire was filled with the sweetness she brought.
Jiang Zimo looked at the man in front of her for a moment, leaving only a blank in her mind. She finally admitted what Chen Feiyan said - the so-called unwillingness and forbearance, all the excuses and reasons, were just because she couldn't let go.
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Even though he had brought her such deep pain, even if everything before was just a dream, she still wanted to wake up later. Instead of struggling, calculating, and wasting her efforts, it was better to take advantage of the opportunity before she had to wake up.
They spent limited time together. Since he deliberately concealed the past, she would not mention it again. Anyway, no matter how beautiful the dream is, she will wake up one day.