Qing Siqing Palace

Chapter 48

The assassination in Seoul three years ago seems to have been forgotten.The handsome guy in the black windbreaker who was talked about by people at the beginning, his face is probably blurred in his memory.


Is it a cold-blooded murderer, or an infatuated Prince Charming?


Maybe, it's all...


Lingcai took a black delicate box from Satan, and Lingcai said, "You..."


Satan said: "If he doesn't give it to her, he won't be safe in hell."


Lingcai lowered her head, then walked out...


Qi Feng is becoming more and more difficult for Satan to control, but only Qi Feng can complete that matter.So, they exchanged a condition.


How could Satan exchange terms with his right hand?He panicked for him.


Who loves whom more?Satan shook his head and smiled bitterly.


Although that task was difficult, it shouldn't be a problem for Qi Feng...but he actually...


The cause of Qi Feng's death was excessive blood loss.He fell in front of the hospital where Han Ximo lived...


Qi Feng knew that the only way to make Han Ximo leave him was to make her see herself as his burden.Be it mentally or physically...


He succeeded.


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Alumni reunion of Qingyuan High School.It is still held in Yixin, gorgeous Hanfu, ancient music...


And, the dazzling Shang Keyou.


Shang Keyou looked at Han Ximo at the table, she was trying her best to taste the cake.When you eat the flavor you like, you will smile sweetly.


He has promised to take her to the Alps for skiing.


However, it seems that another person has to be brought along, that is Lan Ruo, the blonde hypnotist who is fighting for the cake with Han Ximo.Lan Ruo used many methods, and finally made Han Ximo let go of her guard against him and became friends.


"Qifeng—!" Someone called out, and Han Ximo was taken aback.Then he turned around with eyes full of doubts, and when he met Shang Keyou's eyes, he smiled again.


Han Ximo said: "Keyou, why do I feel that the name Qifeng is so familiar, is it my former classmate?"


Shang Keyou shook his head, smiled dotingly, but said nothing.


Han Ximo frowned and thought, "Ah! I thought of it! That brother angel 13 years ago came with you. Hmm... I haven't seen him for 13 years before I know it. I don't know how he is now."


Just like a memory, occasionally mentioning him or that person is just a few bits and pieces, just a few words...


Lan Ruo lowered her head, sipping the red wine in her glass.


For three years, try once a day, forget a little each time...


Qi Feng, the task you entrusted to him is quite difficult.


Han Ximo walked to Yixin's French window, looked up at the dazzling light, she pointed to the sky and said, "I seem to have flown here before."


Lan Ruo said, "Are you dreaming?"


Han Ximo pursed her lips, and then laughed again.


Lan Ruo said, "You always like to laugh."


Han Ximo shrugged helplessly, "I don't know what's going on, it seems that I will never be sad again." As he spoke, he covered his chest with his hands, "The person who donated his heart to me must be a loving person. And a happy person. He passed on his happiness to me. My heart is always full, sweet... as if..."


"Like what?" Lan Ruo asked.


"Deeply loved." Han Ximo replied softly.


At this time, soft music sounded, and under the attention of everyone, Shang Keyou knelt on one leg and handed over a small black exquisite box.


Han Ximo raised her eyebrows, then smiled playfully, and reached out to take it.


box open...


On the black nylon lay a ring.


On the ring, is a diamond.


Han Ximo has never had a special feeling for diamonds, but this time, she saw its brilliance.


For the first time in three years, I burst into tears...


However, the corners of her lips were smiling, and Han Ximo said, "Keyou, treat me well~!"

--"over"--


postscript:

This article is short, but I dragged on for a long time (apologies in advance).


It was never written on impulse in the first place.I have long forgotten what it was called in the first place.This is my first story.


A long, long time ago, the story engraved in my mind was written in the roughest language and the simplest plot.But when I wrote the last chapter, I still had the same feelings as I did then.


So, today, a long, long time later, I don't mind its old-fashionedness, and I don't shy away from heart disease, a subject that has been blacklisted. I want to write it, just want to write it.


I don't want to exaggerate any tragic color, and I don't want to prove what is fair and what is unfair.


I just want to present a picture...


In the warm midsummer, the warm sunlight shines on the two of them through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.


The girl's face is pale but there is a smile on her lips, the boy's face is cold but his eyes are doting...


Can the soul go beyond the body?
(End of this chapter)