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This sort of thing was more like a dream than a dream.

She had never seen Jun Qingchen before, she only knew that this youth was the most dazzling existence amongst the young generation of Eastern Desolation. His talent, his knowledge, and even his deeds, were all like dazzling pearls that left scorching marks in her heart.

She had also secretly dreamed that she would be like him, a favored son of heaven in the limelight. She had even secretly written his name on the bed, and every day, she would silently stare at those three words as she meditated on his brilliance.

However, such a person … Why would he want to marry her?

For this reason, she didn't close her eyes for three whole days. The moment she thought about the person in her dreams suddenly becoming her husband, her heart nearly leapt out of her chest.

Walking in the dream, when she found out that he wanted to see her, she woke up from her dream. She rushed to the mirror anxiously, looking at herself, secretly upset.

Oh, if only her eyes were double eyelids, if only her eyes were bigger, if only her nose was smaller and her mouth fuller, if only she was beautiful.

She looked like this, and he … Would he like her?

Just like this, he had arrived at this place uneasily. He had already entered the Jun residence, and every step he took felt like he was stepping on cotton.

"Qin'er, up ahead is." Yuewei looked at the girl with a helpless expression.

This girl was born on a cloudy, cloudy day, and in the entire East Continent, she was the only one who met the requirements. If everything went well, this girl would become Qingchen's wife, right?

If Qingchen was destined to fall for Yun Jinxiu, why would God choose him to be the sole successor to the Jun Family?

Even if he were a little more ordinary, the Great approx would not be in so much pain.

Yuewei's heart began to hurt indescribably.

Qingchen is waiting for you in the room. Yuewei gave a shallow smile, and his voice when he spoke to the girl, also became especially gentle.

This child was a complete stranger to Qingchen, so if Qingchen suggested annulling the engagement, he probably wouldn't do her any harm, right?

That was all she wanted.

Lan Qin'er's mind immediately tensed up, she anxiously stood at her original spot and whispered: "Sister Yuewei, what … what do I need to tell brother Qingchen?"

Yuewei looked at the nervous girl and laughed, "You can say whatever you want. It's just that Qingchen's mental state isn't too good.

Lan Qin'er hurriedly shook his head: "I will definitely endure it! "No no, I'm so happy to be able to speak up for brother Qingchen."

Looking at the girl's blushing cheeks, Yuewei was slightly startled, and then silently sighed.

Qingchen's reputation was out there, and many girls who had never seen him before had inexplicably fallen for him, could it be that this Lan Qin'er was not an exception?

How could someone who he had never met before give birth to feelings?

In the end, this silly girl could only injure herself.

"Let's go." Yuewei said softly.

Lan Qin'er nodded strongly, took a deep breath and walked forward.

It was a rather elegant bamboo house. The verdant green and the pear blossoms piled with white snow in front of the bamboo house seemed to complement each other.

In front of the bamboo building, there were many small, elegant flowers. They were blooming with delicate flowers and bones, giving off a very lively vibe.

This kind of peaceful and close viewing was a huge difference from the grand and majestic scene that Lan Qin'er saw before, but it also unknowingly eased the nervousness in his heart.

Those tall and big palaces seemed to be even more revering.

Lan Qin'er walked to the front of the bamboo tower and she took another deep breath, but she became even more nervous.

Her steps were light, as if she was afraid of alerting the people inside the bamboo tower. Her entire person was stiff and in a sorry state.

"Come in."

Suddenly, a gentle voice came out from inside the pavilion, Lan Qin'er felt his body tremble, he immediately stood up, and walked to the front of the bamboo pavilion, and gently knocked on the door and said: "I-I came in."

She lowered her head and slowly walked into the small building.

Yi Xiang's Qi was filled with the smell of Chinese medicine. She never liked to smell this smell, but at that moment, she did not know why, but it was extremely smelly.

"Lan Qin'er, is that so?" With his still gentle voice, Lan Qin'er felt that he wasn't too far away from her.

The center of his palm was filled with nervous sweat as Lan Qin'er drooped his head even lower.

"Do you like me?"

The voice that suddenly came out was like a clap of thunder, shocking Lan Qin'er as he suddenly raised his head. His thin and single eyelid was also shocked, as his eyes opened wide like an almond.

Then, she was stunned again.

The young man sitting not far from her was bathed in sunlight, just like the Sun God that she had seen in a picture book.

He was so beautiful, so exquisite and noble, as if he was born to be this way.

However, his face was as pale as snow. He was looking at her with a smile on his face.

Lan Qin'er felt her mind go blank, sweat kept pouring out from her forehead, and her ears kept ringing with his words — — Do you like me? Do you like me?

How could she answer such a question?

She could feel the heat coming from her neck. It went along her nerves and burned all the way to her cheeks before finally rushing to her head.

Jun Qingchen looked at her. Roughly due to her severe injuries, her eyes seemed to shatter like stars and the light she emitted was fragmented.

However, the more she looked at him that way, the more she wanted to retreat.

She felt ashamed in front of him.

"I... "I …" She stuttered, tongue-tied.

Jun Qingchen took a deep breath, probably because of the pain, he frowned slightly, but that uneasiness flashed past his eyes: "We've never met nor liked, right?"

Lan Qin'er opened his eyes wide, and suddenly could not say a word.

She was very familiar with him. Every day, she would secretly think about how he looked like, but …

The light in Jun Qingchen's eyes softened, and he pointed to a place not too far away: "Go and take a look at that."

Lan Qin'er tilted her head to look at the table in a daze, she suspiciously glanced at him, and after receiving his affirmation, she stood up with a slightly weak leg, and walked in front of the table in a slightly sorry state.

On an exquisite and simple table, there was an extremely delicate oil painting. The painting was of a young girl, dressed in coarse clothes that made her look simple and unadorned.

However, even though it was just her back, she could still feel the cold air seeping out of the painting. It was as if it was as cold and sharp as a sword, forcing people to show their face.

Lan Qin'er was suspicious, there was actually such a cold person in the world, could it be that this girl was a killer?

"She …" "Who is it?" she finally asked.

Jun Qingchen looked out the window: "Someone I like."