Madam Dihao is not good

His unique fresh smell came, and he folded hers with his hands: "Yunshang..."

Bai Yunshang paused all over, holding her tightly, for fear that he would be disillusioned in the blink of an eye

"You're hugging too tightly."

The sound of him playing a violin shook her ears.

Over and over again, again and again, as if playing back. [

He wanted to turn around, but she held him tightly so that he wouldn't move.

Passengers or waiters pass by, looking at them curiously.

"Yunshang," he seemed to be smiling, "how long do you plan to go on like this?"

Bai Yunshang didn't speak, and slowly let go of her hands, and just as he was about to fall down, he held one of her hands.

He stood by her side, but she lowered her head.

She still didn't dare to raise her head, and he didn't care, he took her hand and walked forward.

The heavy rain is as ethereal as a funnel.

In the room, Mo Liuyuan took the teacup from Butler He, rubbed the handle on his fingertips, and clasped the body of the cup with his index finger and ring finger.The black tea swayed slightly in the cup, just like his eyes, full of charming and intoxicating.The red lips on the porcelain cup are like peach petals sweeping over the white jade... He turned his face halfway to look at Bai Yunshang, this shape hooked his sharp chin to make it softer, and his half-squinted eyes no longer looked hollow like before Senran, set against the lingering mist of black tea, is as thrilling as fascination.

Bai Yunshang also looked at him.

The two looked at each other silently for a long time

"Haven't seen enough?" he finally said.

Steward He smiled peacefully, and said in a rare joke, "Second Miss Bai, if you don't believe me, you can touch and pinch, the young master is indeed alive."

Bai Yunshang was still silent, always silent, so silent that it was almost weird.

The smile on the corner of Mo Liuyuan's mouth froze, and there was a trace of uncertainty in his eyes: "Yunshang."

It was his voice calling her, Mo Liuyuan.

After being dumb for a long time, Bai Yunshang asked softly, "Who are you?"

This sentence made the already stiff atmosphere even more embarrassing.

Mo Liuyuan put down his teacup: "I feel very sad, you have forgotten me so quickly."

"I haven't forgotten, you are Mo Liuyuan..." She moved her lips, "What else?"

"..."

"Master Nishihara?"

Mo Liuyuan smiled but said nothing.

"Speak, who are you?!"

"Who do you think I am?"

"If you are Mo Liuyuan...you have changed..." She shook her fingers, "If you are Master Xiyuan, you have changed..."