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Chapter 86
After murmuring, she fell into a deep sleep.

On the last night, she willfully forgot everything.

After dawn, there will be no more Xia Chu of the Jiang family in the world.

The moon is desolate, and the figure is still the same as before. Under the lamp, the man stands in a landscape.

"Early summer."

Who murmured in the wind, gently and clearly.

The moon gradually cools down, then the dark clouds dissipate, then Ziwu is desolate, then the moon sets and the sun rises, then the early sun shines, and then the afternoon is scorching...

That person, that shadow, standing under the lamp, is always there.

He promised her: I will wait for you, so I wait from moonrise to sunrise.

When Zuo Cheng saw Jiang Xiachu again, it was already afternoon, the hottest time of the day, his forehead was covered with a thick layer of sweat, and he only said: "You are here."

There is no Qianfan, just say you are here.

For the first time in the ten years of their bumps and bumps, he waited for her.

She, without words or luggage, Ren Zuocheng held her hand all the way, approaching the gate of Zuo's house.

Uncle Jin was waiting at the door, and there was a tall woman beside her, who was dressed in black, and Jiang Xiachu just glanced at it.

Not seeing each other for five years, Jiang Xiachu didn't feel emotional, only felt suffocated, here, in this castle, Zuocheng's breath was everywhere, robbing her breath.

"Miss Xia Chu, you're here." Uncle Jin lowered his head and nodded.

Uncle Jin, named Zuo Jin, named after the Zuo family's surname, is also calling the rain and calling the wind. In this life, there are only two people who bow their heads, one is Zuo Cheng, and the other is Jiang Xiachu.

The hall was empty and too big, but there was very little sunlight leaking in from the windows, and the light and shadow in the room were hard to express, making Jiang Xiachu's face dark: "Yeah, I haven't seen you in five years." After turning his eyes several times, he sighed, " I'm back here after all."

Back in the city with Zuocheng, the appearance has changed, but it is still a prison.

Zuo Cheng clings to Jiang Xiachu's hand and tightens it slightly, Jiang Xiachu's indifferent side face is especially clear in his eyes: "If you don't like it, you can change it."

At first glance, all the decorations are black, except for a huge crystal chandelier hanging in the middle.

Zuo Cheng likes the same black color, it was five years ago, and it still is now, this man is so stubborn that he is close to madness.

Jiang Xiachu just smiled coldly: "The left and right are just a house."

Zuo Cheng's eyes suddenly darkened, and he said nothing.

Jiang Xiachu probably forgot, five years ago, she said: I like lights, very bright ones, can let me see your darkness clearly.

Did Jiang Xia Chu forget, or Zuo Cheng remembered too much.

Uncle Jin couldn't help shaking his head.

"I'm tired." Without looking at Zuo Cheng, Jiang Xia Chu said to Uncle Jin.

Jin Shuwei spoke, looked at Zuocheng.

Jiang Xiachu sneered, it was really a cage worthy of the name.

"Take the young lady to rest." Zuo Cheng said.

Jiang Xiachu couldn't help laughing at the words "Young Madam", silently sarcastic.

The woman in black who kept her head bowed silently nodded to Zuo Cheng and walked in front of Jiang Xiachu.

After walking a few steps, Jiang Xiachu turned around and reminded lightly: "Don't forget three o'clock."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, she always remembered the man's shift.

Zuo Cheng said nothing, his eyes condensed.It was a bit cold, like the snow that never fades for a thousand years.

The second floor, Xiangyang, with the attic, and Jiang Xiachu's room are no strangers to her, they were all her favorites five years ago, even...

"Exactly the same." This was the first sentence Jiang Xiachu said when he opened the door.

The whole Zuo's house has changed its location and appearance, but this room is exactly the same as her room five years ago.

Fear loomed in her eyes, and those fragmentary memories in her mind came back overwhelmingly.

There was a dull pain in the wrist, and the inaudible scar there seemed to be tearing apart.

At that time, she cut her pulse and lay on this bed, letting the blood stain her dress.

Going around for five years, those memories that I thought would never be remembered in a lifetime are waiting for this hustle and bustle.

She smiled, tragically and desolately, sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing the place where she was lying at the beginning, not as bloody as before, but with the breath of Zuocheng: "Why does it smell like him?" She sneered coldly, "He really is Do all the things I don't like."

She detests this room, and she detests the atmosphere of Zuocheng in this room even more.

The woman in formal attire nodded and stood by the bed: "Mister never lets anyone in this room."

She didn't seem to dare to answer rashly, the woman's attitude was extremely respectful.Keeping his head down, until now, Jiang Xiachu has not seen the woman's face clearly.

There are not many things in the room, a bed, a desk, a bookshelf, and a bedside table.Jiang Xia got up at the beginning and fiddled with the pendant of the lamp on the bedside table with her fingertips, remembering that the lamp was broken the night she was sent to the hospital.The lampshade of gardenia petals, Zuocheng must have been looking for it for a long time.

"I hate this feeling so much, it seems like I've gone back to five years ago." Looking at the woman with lowered eyebrows and smooth head, the faint voice, as docile as a Jiangnan woman, can also be cold, "Replace all white with black."

Her once favorite color is now so dazzling.

The woman only looked up at Jiang Xiachu, then lowered her head again, silent.

Jiang Xiachu sneered: "I also need to ask him for instructions."

The woman remained silent, no matter how respectful her attitude was, Jiang Xiachu also knew that members of the Zuo family only obeyed Zuo Cheng's orders.

Zuo Cheng really took the word "imprisonment" for granted.

Jiang Xiachu stood in front of the woman who bowed her head and said nothing, her height happened to be level with her: "What's your name?"

With a light tone and a clear voice, for some reason there is an aura that cannot be ignored.

It looks very much like Zuo Cheng...

The woman raised her head slightly, but didn't dare to look directly, and replied, "Zuoyu."

People with Zuo's surname are Zuocheng's confidantes, people who can live and die for Zuocheng.

"It would be a pity for those who directly belong to Zuo's family to spy on me." She said lightly.

This Zuo Yu, Jiang Xiachu would not naively think that he was just here to take care of her. Those who directly belong to Zuo's family are not vigorous and resolute, and they only serve as servants, which is overkill.

Although the woman lowered her eyes and was submissive, she was not cowardly: "No, my duty is to protect the young lady."

People taught by the Zuo family only adhere to four words: absolute obedience.

Jiang Xiachu sneered: "Protection? What a high-sounding reason." The corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, showing a cold arc, his eyes turned slightly, a little burning in the cold, "From now on, Zuo Cheng won't be here, you can call me whatever you want, except Young Madam." Bypassing the woman, she walked to the window, stretched out her hand, and the tassels of the white curtain fell on her palm, and she added lightly, "If you want to continue to follow me in the future, don't report this to Zuocheng."

Zuo Yu raised his eyes, the light suddenly brightened, but he finally bowed his head and remained silent.

(End of this chapter)