As they spoke, they turned around the shadow wall and reached the courtyard of the atrium.

A few orchid trees in the yard were staggering, and Luo Ci swept over at a glance, and his footsteps paused slightly.

Dusty Feng shouted and said distressedly, "Who destroyed these Yanlan like this? This was planted by the master's father's hand for the master's mother, and they only had to wait for them to adapt to the environment before they could bloom. ”

Luo Ci stopped in front of the orchid tree, looking at the flowers, and the layer of paper that was vaguely laid in his heart was uncovered again.

This is Yanlan, which he once planted with his own hands for Mu Hanyan.

But Mu Hanyan is Fan Lingshu, he knew it from the beginning.

His liking for her made him put down his reason and identity, married her home, built this Yan Garden, and planted Yan Lan for her.

That sweet and happy time, one by one, resurfaced in my heart.

He didn't know how much he liked her at that time.

Do you want to be the same as you are now, or is it deeper than you are now?

"Master, what can I do about this?"

The orchid is not a flower that grows in the south, and must be carefully waited in the south until it grows steadily before it blooms.

Now it's broken, and I don't know how to fix it at all.

What to do? Luo Ci doesn't know, can it be repaired to its original condition after it is damaged?

"Go down first." Luo Ci said that he wanted to see this place alone.

Although he built it here, he didn't seem to be too impressed, was it because he drank the Fountain of Forgetting?

Dusty Feng nodded, turned around and took the old servant and the rest of the guards out.

Luo Ci walked slowly in the courtyard alone, carefully watching every place.

He seemed to remember that it was winter when he married her, and it was snowing heavily, and on the night of the wedding night, he went to help Yu Wushi see a doctor, and when he came back very late, Fan Lingshu stood under the porch with a lantern and waited for him.

Thinking back to the situation that day, my heart suddenly felt like I was lightly pricked by something.

He suddenly remembered that at that time she thought that they were in love, and thought that she agreed to marry because she wanted to give up the demon path to be with him.

Unexpectedly, he was still too naïve, he was completely deceived by her.

In the pavilion, she hugged the joy of drinking wine and barbecue around the stove, and after she got drunk, she climbed on the roof, fell into his arms and called him 'little uncle', which was fake.

He sealed her breath on the Twelve Laws, hoping never to hurt her again, she was shy and happy, it was fake.

In the morning, he got up and was coquettish to him, and he had to feed her breakfast, like a child, which was also fake.

On the battlefield, she said that she would not leave, and she did not resist when he kissed her, all of this was fake.

The fake ones are just taking revenge on him.

Luo Ci looked at every place she stayed, but the happy and sweet memories turned into a stinger, stabbing him mercilessly.

He walked into the study, looked at a painting hanging on the wall, a portrait of her, tilted his face slightly, and concentrated on helping him study the ink.

This moment was recorded by him with drawing paper, he rubbed his fingers against the girl on the painting, every line, poured his heart, how could she not see it at all?

Luo Ci slowly sat down in the chair, his heart was agitated, and his feelings for her poured out like a tide, and it took him a long time to digest it.

The effect of the Fountain of Oblivion vanished, and he self-deprecatingly covered his face with his fingers, a bitter smile passing over his lips.