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Qing Wan nodded, "Okay. I know, sister, go to work quickly."
Qing Ran gave a few more instructions before setting off to the company.
After breakfast, Qingwan did not go back to Rose Garden directly, but went to the flower room of Xunzhai.
There are no flowers or plants planted in the greenhouse, even though Xunzhai already belongs to her.
Qingwan walked around the flower room and sat on a soft chair in the corner for a while, then slowly got up and continued to wander around the garden.
Even though it is already winter, the garden is still full of greenery, but most of the leaves on the ginkgo trees in the rockery have fallen off. Only a few leaves are still stubbornly growing on the branches, but they also add a bit of beauty in the cold winter.
Qingwan was sitting on a bench basking in the sun, and when she was about to get a sketchbook to capture the scenery of the winter solstice, Uncle Xun told her that Lu Jingchuan was here.
She looked over and saw Lu Jingchuan walking towards her with long legs. Their eyes met, and their expressions did not change at all.
Lu Jingchuan walked to Qingwan, sat down and put his arms around her waist, asking in a deep voice, "Why don't you go back?"
Qing Wan looked at the rockery and said, "I'm coming back, I want to visit more."
When Xun Bo saw that the two of them were so close and Qing Wan did not push him away, he quietly withdrew.
Lu Jingchuan looked over tonight, and when he saw the rockery, he remembered some not-so-wonderful things, and his eyes darkened.
He remembered clearly that it was here that Manjun used Qinglang to plot against him, and suppressed the thought of breaking off the engagement that arose in his heart with the kindness of saving his life.
"I'll go shopping with you."
Qing Wan shook her head, "I've almost finished shopping, I want to sit here."
The warm early winter sunshine shines on her body, coating her with a slight golden edge, making her look as beautiful as a picture scroll.
"I'll accompany you."
Qingwan's eyes flashed slightly, and she leaned on Lu Jingchuan's shoulder, but her eyes always fell on the rockery.
"This winter seems to be getting colder faster than before." Qing Wan raised her lips, "Look, most of the ginkgo leaves have fallen off."
Under the ginkgo tree, there are a few ginkgo leaves, which must have fallen not long ago and have not yet been swept away.
"It's not cold this winter." Smelling the fragrance of her hair, Lu Jingchuan's cold eyes were filled with warmth.
Because Qingwan was by his side this winter, Lu Jingchuan couldn't feel the slightest bit of chill.
Qing Wan raised her head and looked at the small scar on his forehead. The scar was about the size of the knuckle of her little finger. It was not obvious, but it could still be seen if it was close.
She reached out to touch it, and Lu Jingchuan let her touch it.
"Does it hurt?" Qingwan's voice was soft.
"It doesn't hurt."
Qing Wan took her hand back and said, "How could it not hurt? It has been so long and there are still scars left. It must have been very painful at the time."
"Back then." Qing Wan leaned on his shoulder again, "I was very naughty and climbed up the tree, but accidentally fell down. At that time, a little brother who was a guest caught me."
"I remember that the little brother fell to the ground and cut his forehead in order to catch me. He bled a lot at that time. I was so frightened that he cried when I saw him bleeding. He actually hugged me and coaxed me. It doesn¡¯t hurt at all¡¡±
"It's been so long that I can no longer remember what that little brother looked like. I only remember that he was born well."
Qingwan raised her head and glanced at Lu Jingchuan, who happened to be looking at her too.
A charming smile appeared on her face, and the light at the end of her eyes shone brightly. "When I grow up, I occasionally wonder, what will my little brother look like when he grows up?" (Remember the website address of this website: www. hlnovel.com