"You just need my words to do it!" He said every word.
"Ha." Mr. Qianmian sneered again, "I understand, I understand why you didn't kill me, and I also understand why you let me live here and dress up like her."
"Do you understand?" Chu Shaoyang turned his head and looked at him suspiciously.
The Thousand-faced Young Master nodded heavily.
He really got it.
Not long ago, he couldn't figure out why Chu Shaoyang did this.
But standing in this room, looking around everything, there is her shadow on everything. She seems to be here, but she is not here.
This feeling is enough to drive people crazy!
It is said that out of sight, out of mind, Thousand-faced Young Master could not imagine how Chu Shaoyang did it. As soon as he opened his eyes, all he saw were the things she had used, and when he breathed in her breath, he did not turn into a madman!
It’s really admirable.
"Chu Shaoyang, you are right, this room has everything, but there is only one thing missing."
Young Master Qianmian stepped forward slowly, bypassed Chu Shaoyang, and walked step by step to the dressing table.
He stroked the polished mirror, slowly sat on the embroidery stool, picked up the ivory comb on the dressing table, combed his long hair, and then gently combed it into a simple hairstyle. Bun, this is her favorite hairstyle.
She never liked complicated buns, nor did she like to wear delicate but heavy jewelry on her head. She usually just wore a simple silver or jade hairpin.
Chu Shaoyang said nothing. He looked at the figure from behind. He was slender and slender, with a straight back. He was sitting in front of the dressing table and slowly combing his hair, which seemed strange and familiar at the same time.
In a daze, he seemed to see her again, who haunted him...
A wave of heat rushed to his eyes.
Mr. Qianmian did not touch the jewelry on the table, but slowly inserted the peach wood hairpin that was already warm in his palm into his hair.
He opened the dressing box and saw dozens of rouge powders, but each one was brand new and didn't look like someone had touched it.
He knew that she never liked applying makeup and powder and preferred to have a plain face, and he didn't like it either, but he still poured some sesame oil, slowly mixed in the pollen and rouge, and slowly traced it in front of the mirror.
Chu Shaoyang turned his back, wiped away the tears flowing out of his eyes without leaving a trace, and calmed down for a while.
When he looked back, he became the cold and handsome Prince Chu again.
"Ning'er..."
When his eyes fell on the face in the mirror, he was shocked and blurted out.
It was her, she appeared in front of him again.
Exactly the same eyebrows, beautiful and picturesque facial features...
He impulsively stepped forward, grabbed her shoulders tightly, turned her around forcefully, and shouted again with a trembling voice.
"Ning'er!"
"Are you satisfied? But is there anything else that doesn't look like her?"
Young Master Qianmian frowned and tried to ignore the severe pain when Chu Shaoyang grabbed his shoulder. Even if he died of pain, he would not show weakness in front of Chu Shaoyang.
Chu Shaoyang suddenly came back to his senses. He closed his eyes, opened them again, and looked at the Thousand-faced Young Master in front of him. His originally excited face couldn't help showing a look of disappointment.
"So... it's you." He let go of his hand coldly, took two steps back, and narrowed his eyes to look at the Thousand-faced Young Master.