Chapter 875

Out of the regret palace, Ning Lan was in a low mood. Will her favorite person leave soon in the Khan palace? I don't know why, at the moment, Ning Lan especially wants to go back. As a child, filial piety should be the first. However, she has delayed a lot of time.

She really wants to go back and see her mother.

"The palace wants to walk alone." there are too many thoughts, too many obstacles and too many helplessness in her heart. She just wants to walk alone quietly and don't want to walk.

"But..."

Yun'er wanted to say that it would rain. Before he said it, he was interrupted by Ning Lan's words: "this palace will go back."

"I will obey your orders."

Ning Lan retreated from yun'er and walked aimlessly alone. Stopped in the Peony Pavilion and walked into the audio-visual room. After a while, the sky darkened.

The autumn wind is deep, the branches are swaying, the leaves are falling, and the blue sky in the distance has been shrouded in dark clouds. The distance between heaven and earth is getting shorter and shorter, and the light is getting darker and darker, just like Ning Lan's mood at the moment, dark and low.

God, is it going to rain?

She doesn't want to go back yet.

From time to time, big drops of water fall from the sky. First bit by bit, gradually dense. Some fell naughtily in the pavilion with the cool wind.

The rain became more and more fierce. The petals on the peony branches not far away were knocked down on the ground. Only the stubborn branches swaggered and proudly danced their waist.

Ning Lan sat on the stone bench with her knees in her arms and watched quietly.

I don't know if the happy frolicking sound of raindrops infected her heart. Ning Lan couldn't help stretching out her jade palm to pick up the ice crystal drops. The combined moistening of raindrops was quickly transmitted to her whole body by the palm of her hand.

Suddenly, the tense mood eased a lot.

A burst of drip sound interrupted Ning Lan, who was absent-minded. Unconsciously, he looked up and realized that it was the sound of raindrops hitting the oil umbrella. His vision moved all the way back. He was stunned when he saw the umbrella holder.

Han Ming held a big umbrella in one hand in order not to let the rain fall on Ning Lan's hand.

Looking at Ning Lan, who was stunned, moved the corner of her mouth and finally said nothing.

The rain disappeared instantly, and everything in heaven and earth seemed to be silent with their silence.

I don't know how long it took.

"What are you... Thinking here?" Han Ming looked at the distant sky along Ning Lan's eyes. Suddenly he found that he couldn't guess what Ning Lan was thinking at this moment. He doesn't know her.

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