But Sheng Zhiyu just smiled and said nothing more.
Probably... Ji Xili has been focusing on his fourth brother since he was a child, so he has never paid attention to him, so naturally he can't remember these trivial things.
But he remembers everything about her clearly, every bit of her appearance in his life, he remembers it clearly and has never forgotten it.
"I..." Ji Xili looked at Sheng Zhiyu's expression and felt that he was a little unhappy. She felt that he had misunderstood something. She tried to say something, but what could she say? No matter what she said, it was all related to Sheng Qianmo. Sheng Zhiyu didn't want to hear her explanation. He knew that she had had Sheng Qianmo in her heart since she was a child. He knew that she had liked Sheng Qianmo so much, otherwise she wouldn't have had it four years ago. She would do such impulsive things for him, but do she have to explain this to Sheng Zhiyu
That would be unfair to Sheng Zhiyu.
She wanted to say that she was married to him.
She is the wife he is marrying.
But at this time, Ji Xili couldn't say anything, just like she didn't know how to convince herself.
The reasons for marrying him, the reasons for staying with him, became blurred.
It seemed to be what Sheng Zhiyu thought, and there seemed to be something more that he couldn't explain.
Therefore, from the wedding night, she didn't know what to say to Sheng Zhiyu.
"Huh?" Sheng Zhiyu lowered his head to look at her.
Ji Xili also looked at him, his lips about to move, and finally said slowly: "Let's go back."
Let's go back.
Then, try not to mention Sheng Qianmo around him in the future.
She knew he wasn't happy, and he just didn't want her to be unhappy too.
Therefore, I have been accommodating her.
Sheng Zhiyu took her waist and almost held her in his arms. This gesture of occupying her seemed to be announcing something invisibly.
He said: "Okay, go back to the palace."
The dusk was getting colder, and a faint golden light fell, stretching a pair of shadows on the ground very long.
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Beichuan.
It's night, inside Heng Mansion.
Qingzhi changed into a clean cotton jacket and sat in front of the desk by the window sill. Her little feet were dangling on a pair of rabbit ear boots that Shu Nuan had made for her not long ago. She was holding a pen in her little hand. She looked very young. Looking out the window, she heard a kitten purring.
And it was the voice of the little milk cat that appeared outside the school during the day.
Qingzhi suddenly couldn't help but leaned out of the window and glanced at the lamp that was still on in the study. Knowing that Shunuan was settling accounts in the study, Qingzhi hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to put the desk on the desk. He picked up the plate of snacks and walked carefully out of the hospital.
Qingzhi thought her actions were very light. She walked to the door, secretly opened it a crack, and put the plate of snacks outside. After a while, the little milk cat jumped clumsily on its short legs and hummed. Chi Heng Chi ran up the steps. His bright green eyes looked at it approaching, and the corners of his eyes curled up.
Qingzhi carefully knelt down to watch it eat, but this little milk cat seemed to be quite picky. He sniffed the snacks one by one, then shook his little yellow tail and turned his head with disgust. He cooed at her: "Meow~"
Qingzhi looked at it seriously with the eyes of "Children should not be picky eaters".
The little cat scratched her bunny boots with her paws, and nudged her calves with her little head, meowing coquettishly for food.
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