Yin Buqi casually said this, and Zhao Anming, who was sitting opposite him, froze. He lowered his eyes and looked at his teacup without saying anything else.
There was silence between the two.
When Jiang Niannian returned to the private room, she looked at the two people who were silent and asked, "Are you done talking?"
"Niannian." Yin Buqi looked up at her with an innocent and well-behaved expression.
Zhao Anming looked at her and asked after a while, "Fairy, is he treating you well?"
Jiang Niannian took Yin Buqi's hand without hesitation and said, "No one treats me better than him... Besides, when we go back this time, we will get married."
When Yin Buqi heard this, the light in his eyes became even brighter and he squeezed her soft little hand.
Zhao Anming's pupils tightened, and he stood there in a daze. He suddenly relaxed and laughed: "... That's good."
He stared at Jiang Niannian with burning passion and asked, "Fairy, can I hug you, just for a moment?"
At this moment, the mature skin is peeled off, and inside is still the somewhat immature boy from sixteen years ago.
Jiang Niannian didn't say anything, so Yin Buqi answered for her: "You wish."
Zhao Anming's eyes turned red, then he took a deep breath, moved his lips, but his throat was choked with sobs.
At the end, he repeated it again: "Fairy, can I hug you?"
Jiang Niannian looked at him, and somehow, she suddenly thought of Yin Buqi when he was a child.
That expression was also so helpless and desperate.
There's even some dead air.
It was just a comforting hug between friends. It would be cruel of her to refuse that.
Jiang Niannian broke free from Yin Buqi's hand and walked forward to hug Zhao Anming.
"Fairy, you are so kind." Zhao Anming's eyelashes trembled slightly, half covering his wet eyes, but he said with a smile: "When I die, I will give you all my property."
Jiang Niannian was amused by his words: "Why do I need your property? I don't need it."
Without waiting for Zhao Anming to say anything, Yin Buqi suppressed his anger and jealousy and whispered, "It's time to go."
After saying that, he bent down, stretched out his hand, picked up Jiang Niannian horizontally, and when he went out, he put the black cloak on her.
Seeing this, Jiang Ziyu, Meiqiu and others did not stay any longer and followed him out.
On the long street, gongs and drums were deafening.
The Buzhou City is magnificent and splendid. The size of its walls and the complete facilities are astonishing.
The Flower Goddess Festival has begun, and horses are pulling floats slowly past.
The falling flowers in the sky dance with people, and the green birds and cranes fly together.
The actress who plays the role of the goddess of flowers has long flowing sleeves and a slender figure; her long green skirt is like the verdant mountains, the blue sky after the rain, and a quiet deep pool.
Accompanied by flying flowers all over the sky, it is like a peerless fairy walking out of a painting.
The dance is both majestic and charming.
There were too many people and Jiang Niannian was wearing a bamboo hat, so she couldn't see clearly. She quietly released a thin vine, which extended to the giant float, and took a close look at everything.
Yin Buqi held her horizontally and saw how seriously and carefully she looked.
His face became increasingly gloomy, and a thin layer of frost silently covered his eyebrows and eyes. He stared at her coldly, then leaned close to her ear and asked, "Niannian, is that person good-looking?"