Madam Dihao is not good

Lips quivered and fell on his.

Sawano, this farewell, maybe a lifetime?

When she opened the locked drawer, a painting suddenly appeared in front of her.

It is an oil painting by Sikong Sawano.

Bai Yunshang pursed her lips, she actually kept this oil painting here...[

She rubbed her fingers vigorously, and the oil painting shattered in her palm, together with all her thoughts about Sikong Zeye in her heart.

Mo Liuyuan next door groped for the door and came over: "Is it packed?"

Bai Yunshang casually threw the oil painting into the wastebasket: "It's almost there, do you have anything important to take away? I'll help you."

Vaguely, Sikong Zeye kept hearing the sound of footsteps moving by his ears.

At first, he thought it was a dream of his.

Dreaming that Bai Yunshang lowered her head and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

Until Mo Liuyuan's voice also appeared, an alarm sounded in his brain.

There is a voice calling from the bottom of my heart.

Tell him that what is most important to him is passing, and if he doesn't wake up, it will be lost forever.

Struggling with difficulty for his eyelashes, he knocked out a slight gap, and saw Bai Yunshang pull up the suitcase and tumble to the ground.

A servant came in and took away a few bags first.

"Liuyuan," Bai Yunshang turned her face sideways, talking to a handsome man, "Where are you hiding, my child?"

The soft light of the house hit her face.

She has warm drooping eyelashes and a straight nose.

That blurred side overlaps with the one that has always existed in Sikong Zeye's dream...

He wanted to stretch out his hand, just like trying to capture that figure in his dreams thousands of times.

She was standing next to another man.

"A safe place."