Long live the snake stepmother

Chapter 143 Commemorating what was lost (4)
She is still so pure and elegant, the holy night lily blooming in his heart, looking at her beautiful figure, thinking of her sweet smile, the corner of his mouth raises an imperceptible and heart-warming smile, it turns out He really couldn't let go, couldn't bear to let go.

"You planted the flowers here!" Lin Xiyue stood in the center of the flower room, looking at the flowers blooming in the sun in surprise. It turns out that they are more attractive during the day. It emits crystal light, which makes people's eyes bright.

"No, it's a friend of mine." The man still wore the eagle face mask, but changed into a snow-white attire, standing behind her and staring at the people and flowers in front of him.

Her delicacy is better than flowers, her sweetness is better than morning dew, everything about her is so beautiful, the beauty makes him intoxicated, and it is hard to give up.

"It's beautiful, it can be seen that she puts a lot of effort into it!" Lin Xiyue felt that flowers are delicate things that cannot be cultivated with high-end fertilizers, but need to be cultivated with care.

"Thank you." The man looked at Hua thoughtfully, "She will be happy to hear that!"

"Mr. Han, you said last night that you want me to personally remove your mask, so you only wear it today?" Lin Xiyue pointed at his mask and asked.

Han Qi nodded, "However, before that, I want to ask Miss Lin a question!"

"what is the problem?"

Han Qi turned around and pointed to the wine table behind him, "Miss Lin, please!"

Only then did Lin Xiyue realize that behind him at some point, there was an extra glass table with wine bottles and glasses.

"This is?"

"I'll come up with the riddle, and Ms. Lin will guess it. The answer is at the end!" Han Qi's elegant eyes shone with crystal light, and the refracted light formed a hazy halo, making him look so elegant. Gods.

"It's about wine again?" Lin Xiyue found that people in Han's family like to guess such riddles, and she really doesn't know why they have such a deep relationship with wine.

"Yes, how about Ms. Lin?" Han Qi showed a gentle smile, which was irresistible.

"Okay!" Lin Xiyue raised the corners of her mouth and accepted this challenge. The answer is not the most important thing, but the process. She feels that the man in front of her is gradually revealing his heart to her, and she also has this feeling. I want to know the heart hidden under his mask.

"Please!" Han Qi poured a glass of wine for Lin Xiyue, motioning her to have a taste.

Lin Xiyue shook the wine glass, then placed it under the sun, through the bright light, she saw the color as bright as a ruby, and a faint but full-bodied fragrance permeated the air, she sipped lightly, the corners of her mouth raised The arc froze in an instant, "This, this glass of wine is..." The indescribable feeling has already given her some understanding, she can't name this glass of wine, she looked at him in amazement, There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but with a touch of melancholy.

"This glass of wine is to commemorate our first meeting last night. I call it 'flower language'." Han Qi smiled warmly.

Such warmth surpasses all the sunshine in the world, Lin Xiyue even forgot how cold the winter is, she only felt that she was surrounded by the sunshine, and a warm feeling filled her heart.

"This is the second cup, Miss Lin, please taste it."

Lin Xiyue took the wine glass, the clear snow-white in the glass, revealing the faint golden light of the warm winter sun, reminded her of the beautiful and majestic snow-capped mountains.

The wine glass was in her hand, but she didn't drink it for a long time, she fell into deep thought.

"Miss Lin?"

"Oh." Lin Xiyue raised the corners of her mouth and took a sip, "Well, this is, this is CRUNERVELTLINER brewed in 2000."

She looked at him puzzled, why, why did you choose this bottle of wine.

"Haha, Miss Lin is indeed a master of wine tasting!" Han Qi raised his hands and clapped.

"Mr. Han, what is this for?" Lin Xiyue was curious, she wanted to know what he was thinking.

Han Qi took the wine glass in her hand, drank it in one gulp, and then played with the wine glass. The crystal light refracted thousands of brilliance in his eyes, making people dazzled.

"It's also for commemoration." He finally spit out such a sentence.

"To commemorate what?"

"To commemorate what was lost." Han Qi raised a bitter smile.

"What has Mr. Han lost?" She suddenly wanted to know what was in his heart, what he really thought.

Han Qi took a deep breath, looked at her with inexplicable affection in his eyes, and said slowly, "Love."

At that moment, her heart was beating strongly, and her heart was aching slightly, her legs took a few steps back unconsciously, looking at him.

"Miss Lin, what about you, do you have anything to commemorate?" Han Qi deliberately ignored her expression and asked calmly.

Lin Xiyue closed her eyes and sighed softly, "Same." She was also opening her heart, slowly opening to him and herself.

The hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, but his heart was filled with incomparable joy, suppressing the urge to be happy, he whispered, "Really."

In the corner of the flower room, the window sill was slightly opened, and a ray of sunlight finally poured into the room, which diffused the first ray of sunlight for this seemingly bright room that could not feel the warmth of sunlight.

"Where's the third cup?" Lin Xiyue pointed to the last two cups on the table and asked him.

"Before drinking the third cup, I want to take you to a place." Han Qi led her to a ruin.

"What is this place?" Lin Xiyue looked at the blackened ruins in amazement. Judging from the current tragic situation, there should have been a big fire here before.

Han Qi suddenly became very sentimental, with endless sadness in his eyes, he looked at the ruins in front of him for a long time, without saying a word, as if he was remembering something.

The wind that blows carries the breath of scorched earth, and the wind confuses thoughts, and is led by the wind to slowly go towards the sky.

"This used to be my home." He finally spoke slowly.

"The former home?" Lin Xiyue watched him stare at a room that had burned down with only half a window left.

"There!" He pointed to the half window with extremely sad eyes, "I live there!"

(End of this chapter)