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Chapter 363 A Man Who Looks Exactly Like Yu Qingfan
Huang Zhenzhen smiled sadly, "You don't have to remember, but I can't ignore you."

Yu Qingfan couldn't see Huang Zhenzhen's tears, nor could she see her distress, but continued to kill Huang Zhenzhen numbly.

The corner of Huang Zhenzhen's mouth opened, but no word came out.

"Wait for me, I will come to you soon."

Just when Yu Qingfan's sword was about to strike, Huang Zhenzhen jumped into the rushing river.

It's not that she doesn't want Yu Qingfan to get out of control, but that she has enough energy to spare and can only save her life temporarily.

She didn't know if she had any hope of surviving the injuries.

The river was too fast, and when Huang Zhenzhen jumped into the river, she was washed down by the raging river, no matter how hard she struggled, it was useless.

The pain in her body and the internal injuries she suffered made her almost faint, and the strength in her body was almost exhausted.

Huang Zhenzhen could only give up struggling and let the current wash her down.

After several serious injuries, Huang Zhenzhen passed out completely.

Before she fell into a coma, she seemed to hear the one-armed man yell heart-piercingly, "Really..."

Besides the one-armed man, she seemed to hear Chu Xiaochen's anxious voice, "Sister..."

Even if he was worried about their situation, Huang Zhenzhen could do nothing.

When she woke up from a drowsiness again, there was a melodious and pleasant piano sound in her ears.

The sound of the piano is peaceful, the lingering sound is curling, melodious like spring water in the mountains, flowing rushingly, stirring up waves mischievously from time to time.

The sound of the zither is melodious, like complaining like weeping, like endless longing, and like being loved, spinning happily in mid-air like an elf.

This is a happy and peaceful song.

But Huang Zhenzhen didn't know why, but from the song, he heard a moving story of a soul-stirring, life-and-death journey but never giving up.

Listening to Yousuo's piano sound, Huang Zhenzhen's agitated heart also softened.

The sound of the zither seemed to have a healing effect, and as the beautiful notes sounded one after another, Huang Zhenzhen's injuries also healed at the fastest speed.

Huang Zhenzhen was engrossed in listening, and after almost a stick of incense, he slowly recovered from the sound of the piano.

who is playing the piano...

Why is this piano sound so familiar?

How can there be such a strong plum blossom fragrance at the tip of the nose?
plum blossom...

Huang Zhenzhen couldn't help but think of that peerless man in white clothes and unparalleled elegance in his mind.

The heavy eyes finally opened.

As far as the eye can see, there is a clear blue sky and red plum blossoms in full bloom in the garden.

Huang Zhenzhen was attracted by the plum blossoms in the garden.

She struggled to get up.

Only then did I realize that I was in a plum blossom forest.

The plum blossom forest is so big that you can't see the end at a glance.

It is already Yangchun, but the plum blossoms in the garden are competing to bloom, one after another plum blossoms are floating down from the trees, winding and beautiful.

She stretched out, and a red and white plum blossom fell on her palm, and the faint plum blossom entered her nose more clearly.

Looking at the stamens, Huang Zhenzhen seemed to have seen the scenes of getting along with Yu Qingfan back then.

It was a man with a handsome appearance and excellent temperament. He embraced her slender waist in a blooming plum blossom forest, with gentle eyes, stretched out his white palm, and caught a falling plum blossom. in her hair.

At that moment, although he never said any love words, it was worth a thousand words.

Huang Zhenzhen couldn't help laughing out of the corner of his mouth.

Walking in the direction of the sound of the piano, Huang Zhenzhen's body was shaken heavily, his hands tightly covering his mouth, and he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

It was a man in white, sitting cross-legged under a blooming plum blossom grove, with a snow-white Guqin on his lap, his white and slender jade hands lightly lifted, one after another beautiful musical notes were pouring into his fingertips leak out.

Beside the man in white, there was a handsome servant waiting on the side, but she didn't pay attention to the servant, nor did she pay attention to how good the piano sounds.

Her eyes were firmly fixed on the man's appearance.

What kind of man is that, any language in the world is a kind of blasphemy to him.

He has a picturesque appearance, a banished fairy, dressed in simple white clothes against the backdrop of elegance and indifference, as if a god has come to the world, stunning and elegant.

His eyebrows are like the daisy of a distant mountain, his color is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and his skin is faintly shiny and flowing. He closed his eyes enjoying himself, and flicked his fingers lightly, as if he was listening to his own beautiful piano sound.

The breeze blew past, blowing a few strands of hair at the corner of his forehead, adding an indescribable dustiness.

His every move has an elegance that transcends the world, which makes people dare not profane.

Standing with him, there is a sense of inferiority for no reason. His beauty has long been beyond the world, so beautiful that it does not distinguish between men and women, and is so beautiful that it is not like ordinary people.

What shocked Huang Zhenzhen was not his peerless appearance.

But that face is exactly the same as Yu Qingfan's, even every frown, smile, and every move is so similar.

The only difference is that snow-white white hair.

Xiao Fanfan's hair was flying with ink.

Instead, her hair was as white as snow, and she couldn't even find a single black hair on her head.

Huang Zhenzhen bit his own hand, and didn't feel the pain until the blood overflowed.

Xiao Fanfan...

He is Xiao Fanfan...

He is alive.

An uncontrollable joy rose in my heart.

She didn't even dare to move her eyes, she was afraid that once she moved away, the man she was thinking of in front of her eyes would disappear without a trace.

That smile was so warm, just like the gentle smile he had given her before.

If we saw Yu Qingfan before as a soulless and thoughtless corpse, then now, he has flesh and blood, a smile and a soul.

The plum blossoms fell, and plum blossoms fell on his white clothes one after another. The red plums and white clothes, his appearance was unparalleled, everything was so beautiful.

Huang Zhen couldn't help walking in front of him, her eyes were already red, if she hadn't endured it, she might have fallen.

The heart that was lost and found again made her unable to describe it in words.

But she never expected that the stunning man in white clothes and white hair suddenly held down the strings, stopped playing, raised his astonishingly beautiful eyes, and uttered a sentence coldly.

"Have you seen enough?"

Is it enough to read one sentence? It made Huang Zhenzhen's hot heart suddenly feel as if it was poured with a basin of ice water.

A pair of teary eyes looked at the most familiar yet unfamiliar face in disbelief.

That face was so familiar yet so unfamiliar.

That face is so cold.

Yu Qingfan would never look at her with such indifferent words and indifferent expression.

With just one sentence, Huang Zhenzhen turned pale and staggered a few times.

"Who are you?"

The servant behind the man smiled happily, "Girl, you finally woke up. My son rescued you in the water when he was playing on a painting boat, and took you to the plum forest to heal your injuries. Is the girl better? How could the girl suffer so much?" Serious injury?"

Huang Zhenzhen didn't seem to hear the series of questions. He still stared at the man in white and asked repeatedly, "Who the hell are you..."

　Anyone who reads this article carefully should have guessed who this stunning man in white clothes and white hair is.

　　Come on, tell me the name of this man in your mind.

　　See how many people can say it, lol
　　
　
(End of this chapter)