Chapter 7

After the hot coffee was brewed, he placed it in his hands. Only when he heard Aunt Qin call him Third Young Master did he realise that he was the sickly third son of Meng Family, the younger brother of his husband. Little brother.

Quietly knowing that Aunt Qin had brought warm water and a clean towel, gently wiping away the oil on his hands and face, and feeling his fingers becoming as stiff as stone in her palm, Jingzhi couldn't help but gently say: "Don't be afraid, my name is Jingzhi, I'm your Second Sister-in-Law. You like to draw, don't you? "I also really like it. Your painting just now was so beautiful …"

His fingers gradually softened in her palm. Jingwen raised her head and saw that his lifeless eyes were still fixed on an unknown location. However, a faint smile could be seen on her face.

"I couldn't see it, so all I drew was black." Meng Shaoxuan said softly, his gaze seeming to search for a direction that understood things, "I can't see you either, but I think you must be very beautiful."

Since then, Meng Shaoxuan would often be with Jingwen, she would make coffee for him to drink, and he would bring her to see the flowers he had planted. As time passed, he felt that he had spent too much time with Meng Shaoxuan, and his heart gradually became calm like still water.

"Does this flower only bloom in winter?" Quiet And Steadfast curiously looked at the weak little plant in front of him.

Meng Shaoxuan smiled slightly: "Yes, I personally raised this myself."

"This is the first time I've seen a Third Brother laughing. It's been so many years." Suddenly, an extremely cold voice interrupted the harmony under the sunlight. Jingwen was shocked, and when she turned around, she saw Meng Shaoting standing not far away. He was dressed in black, and his gaze was sharp.

The instant she realized what had happened, her arm was already grabbed by Meng Shaoting. She went down to look at Meng Shaoxuan in panic, only to see that he had groped his way along the small path.

Jingwen was stunned, while the hand that was grabbing her arm suddenly tightened, as if her wrist was about to break. She frowned and met his dark eyes: "Shao Ting, let go!"

"People like you are not qualified! Jade in gold? "You deserve it!"

He suddenly opened his mouth ferociously and shook off her hand, before turning around and walking out of the garden.

She slowly let out a bitter laugh. Shao Ting, how exactly did you think of these hurtful words?

The next day, she found out from Aunt Qin that Third Young Master had been sent abroad to treat her illness.