escape love sign

Chapter 500 What Do You Like About Her?

With a creak, the door was pushed open, Granny Wan Du's serious and ferocious face fell into Hua Ya's eyes, Hua Ya felt a chill all over her body.

Seeing this fierce old lady, she felt uncomfortable all over. Hua Ya hurriedly lowered her head to look at the brick and stone floor, and suddenly there was an ethereal and clear voice in her mind: "Hua Hua?"

Hua Ya was stunned for a moment, and said happily in her heart: "Little Lan? You are finally awake! Great, many things have happened in the past few days, and I am so lonely by myself."

She turned around and ran towards the door. Before she left, she didn't forget to say to Mu Luo: "Young master, if you want to leave for Wuyingxuan, remember to inform me, I will go find senior brother!"

Mu Luo looked at Hua Ya's passing figure, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Mu Fei smiled and asked softly, "What do you like about her?"

Mu Luo shook his head and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Who knows."

Granny Wan Du gave a snort of disdain, and said sharply: "I don't even know the reason, it's just a momentary impulse, so I don't like it!"

Mu Luo sighed, remained silent for a long time, and whispered, "Is liking for a reason simple?"

Granny Wan Du was stunned.

Maybe only liking for no reason is the most regretless love...

The next day, Mu Luo and his party set off for Wuyingxuan. Although he knew that the imperial court and Shuiyuezhuang were waiting for him to appear, he still hoped to take Mu Fei back quickly to see Wuyingxuan after many years of absence. Look at the blue sky and white clouds, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, feel the warm sunshine, the colorful life...

The wind is clear and the sun is bright, and the elegant fragrance of peonies floats in the air.The elders of Wuyingxuan were very excited about Mu Fei's return, and all of them believed that Hua Ya was the nobleman of Wuyingxuan, especially Elder Hu, who was even more determined to believe that Huaya was the uncompromising young lady of Wuyingxuan. The front yard is preparing the banquet, while Hua Ya is sitting in the garden in the back yard, tearing off the petals with concentration, and muttering to herself: "Muluo, Jingyue, Muluo, Jingyue..."

There was already a pile of broken petals under her feet, some of which were gently rolled up by the breeze, like drizzle and white snow.

(End of this chapter)