Chapter 1027

When I got back to the mansion, the sky was only getting dark, Chu Yunyao stood at the gate of Wangyue Pavilion, looking at the two lotus lanterns burning on the eaves, her mind was full of Baoer's smiles.

She remembered that Bao'er climbed up the wooden ladder, hung the lotus lantern on the eaves with difficulty, turned her head and smiled at her brightly: "Miss, you moved to the star storage building, and the grandfather is too busy to come back. Then you come to Wangyue Pavilion to live with Bao'er.

When you see the lotus lantern at the gate of this courtyard, you know that Bao'er will always be waiting for you in this courtyard. "

Chu Yunyao stared fixedly at the two lotus lanterns, and suddenly her eyes turned red.

She won't move to Chuxing Building anymore, she will stay in Wangyue Pavilion and live with Bao'er forever, okay?

Walking into the gate of the courtyard, there are various handmade wind chimes hanging on the promenade. When the wind blows, they occasionally make crisp and pleasant sounds, just like Bao'er's heartless sweet smile.

On the door and window sill of the bedroom, there are potted plants carefully cultivated by Bao'er.

She only recalled it now, only because one day she accidentally said that this potted plant is so beautiful placed in front of the house and behind the house.

Since then, there have been no broken potted plants in this yard.

Various flowers, various trees.

Before she brought Bao'er back, Wangyue Pavilion was desolate and simple, like an abandoned courtyard, without the slightest sign of being inhabited.

After she brought Bao'er back, the Wangyue Pavilion was full of flowers, the lights were dim, and it was full of fireworks.

She didn't like decorating, she didn't like tidying up, she didn't like sewing.

Bao'er liked everything she didn't like, maybe Bao'er didn't like it either, but she didn't want to do it, so Bao'er did all the things she didn't like for her.

Chu Yunyao sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.

The empty room seemed to be full of Bao'er.

Bao'er sat by the window to embroider purses and make underwear for her.

Bao'er was grinding ink for her at the desk, trying to figure out how many taels of silver were left under her name.

Bao'er got up in the middle of the night, regardless of the severe winter, went to add silver charcoal to her bedroom, and covered her kicked-off quilt again.

In summer, seeing her sleeping too deeply and sweating profusely from the heat, Bao'er sat on the edge of the bed and silently shook the cattail fan for her.

Chu Yunyao's ears were buzzing, as if everything Bao'er had said to her.

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The more I think about it, the more painful my heart is, all in my mind is Bao'er's meticulous kindness to her, this kind of kindness is like a poison that penetrates the intestines, penetrates into the bone marrow, engraves into the heart veins, and distorts her remorse and guilt beyond recognition.

She lives in guilt and self-blame for Bao'er, unable to extricate herself.

If she had known from the beginning that Bao'er liked Yun Che.

If she cared a little more about Bao'er's heart, pressed Bao'er a few more times, and asked Bao'er the secret buried in her heart, she would definitely try her best to stop Bao'er from thinking about Yun Che.

Don't let Bao'er stay by her side without complaint or regret, and guard a person who is nothingness.

Duan Changyu is such a good man.

An Haoyu is such a good man.

All of them are people who can really give Bao'er warmth, and if anyone is picked out casually, it will be a thousand times better than Yun Che who is like a flower in a mirror and a moon in the water.

If she went out to look for Wen Tingyun that night, put Baoer in the house, and refused Baoer to follow her, Baoer would not have ended up like this.

It's all her fault!

It's all her fault!

It was because she didn't think it through, it was because she didn't take precautions, it was because she was so useless that Bo'er could only sleep deeply in the cold amethyst coffin...

These obsessions are like thorns watered by venom, taking root and sprouting deep in her flesh and blood, she sinks into it, like being in mud, the more she struggles, the deeper she sinks...