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Every time, it was Mu Lushan who tried to help her.

Therefore, Xue'er was very grateful to the wood, and treated it even more meticulously.

It's just that, Meryl, you always come looking for a chat when you have something to do.

Everything had become so complicated that it no longer looked like what it used to be. Now that he was free, the wood was like a golden cage full of nightingales. She quickly became thinner, and the clear and bright autumn eyes on her face became increasingly tender.

Xue'er accompanied her to admire the plum blossoms in the elegant garden, walking in circles again and again … Like a walking corpse, walking aimlessly... The plum tree has a curved iron branch and a hard branch. Tens of thousands of bright red flowers were blooming on the hard and rugged branches. Plum petal, the fragrance of fragrances was everywhere. There was a feeling that made one want to cry. Move.

He hated that the plum blossom had fallen, but the morning was not always good.

The flower's appearance was nowhere to be seen, but love was the fragrance of flowers.

Was he really going to let her go?

Didn't he say that Samsara would never let go?

How is he now? It must be an engagement in England. Liar!

Mu Mu's eyes dimmed as he sent Xue'er away. He sat alone under the Plum Blossom Tree, looking at the red plum petal, and his heart trembled.

Showing off all the servants, she gazed at the lovely figure under the plum blossom tree. It was a delicate and beautiful figure, a person who did not seem to be affected by the wind or frost …

She had become very thin, thin like the willow script on a placard. Her strokes were like iron hooks and silver strokes. They were bright and slender, full of bones. But with a knock, the sound of metal striking stone filled the air.

He walked over and took her in his arms, warming her.

"Wood, are you willing to marry me?"

Dazzling against her hair, she sniffed and murmured. He had been thinking about this for the past few days.

"I …"

There was a layer of water vapor in the wooden log's eyes. It looked like ripples in the water, causing it to be covered in smoke and seep out.

Yes, Xuan should be the person most suited to him in this world, but the person most suited to him did not necessarily mean that he was most fond of him.

"Forget it, don't answer now. "Give yourself an opportunity to make your choice."

Xuan stopped her answer, picked her up, and walked into the house. He was afraid of hearing the answer, just like when he was a child, a silent answer. Sometimes it made him feel more at ease.

After pacifying her, he turned around and left, leaving Wood with a faint shadow. He melted into the plum blossoms in the moonlight and turned into darkness.

Xuan Qingqing stroked the broken petals in the Plum Garden, picking up a piece. With a soft sigh, he began a familiar poem:

As you approach

Please listen carefully

The trembling leaf

is the passion that I'm waiting for

And when you finally walk past

Behind you is a field of broken plums

Love!]

That is not a petal

That's my withered heart...