Xia Yuanqiu shook his head: "It's not a treasure, it just looks like an old thing of mine. When I saw it, I missed it and felt a little emotional."
Zhu Yan raised his eyebrows: "An old thing of yours?" Zhu Yan thought of Xia Yuanqiu's home in Xipo Village. He had lived there for a while. He knew very well that there were some things in there, but they didn't exist at all. With such an old thing, Yuan Qiu was telling lies in front of him? Or was there really something old that he had never seen before
Xia Yuanqiu looked up at him, her eyes half-smiling but not smiling: "You think you know me very well, know my past, know everything about me, and know everything about me!" She shook her head, with a cold smile and sad eyes: "Actually, I am not the Xia Yuanqiu you imagined, there are many secrets in me, secrets that cannot be told."
Zhu Yan hugged her into his arms and whispered: "I don't care what you are carrying or hiding. I don't want you to be sad. I just want you to be happy. Don't think about those unhappy things in the past. Okay?"
Xia Yuanqiu lay on his chest, closed her eyes, and her grandfather's face appeared in front of her eyes, those eyes that seemed stern but full of love, and the little clock that had been with her growing up and replaced her parents. The gifts her parents brought to her when they came back from abroad were the first and last gifts she received from them. After that, she never saw them again.
Grandpa said that mom and dad went to far, far away places to practice spiritual practice, go on vacation, go to work, and go to rest.
As she grew older, she understood the hidden emotion in her grandfather's eyes every time he talked about his parents. It was hurt and pain.
"It's not an unhappy past, it's a sad and helpless past, but it makes me miss it constantly. I want to go back to the year when they gave me gifts, and to the time when my grandfather could still laugh. Year."
Zhu Yan frowned. He couldn't understand what Xia Yuanqiu was talking about. When did she have a grandfather again? He refrained from asking, he didn't want to bring back more painful memories for her.
With the Ghost Powder, it is not difficult to prepare an antidote. What's more, there are countless rare elixirs in Xia Yuanqiu's jade bracelet space. It will not take a minute to refine the antidote.
Seeing that Xia Yuanqiu was busy with work again, Zhu Yan refused. He leaned close to Xia Yuanqiu and whispered: "Who said you wanted to reward me in the evening? What? You forgot so soon?"
Xia Yuanqiu didn't even raise his head, still busy with the task of picking up medicine in his hands, and responded: "Let's wait for another day, I don't have time today."
Zhu Yan sighed: "Look at you, you take care of others all day long, you work so hard, when will you devote half of your energy to caring for me?"
Xia Yuanqiu said: "You are not sick, why do you always ask me to care about you?"
"I am not sick physically, but I am sick in my heart."
Xia Yuanqiu raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said angrily: "Then tell me, what's wrong with you?"
He leaned forward, his tone was extremely ambiguous, and he put his long arms around her slender waist. The rich and unique male aura instantly enveloped her: "Only you can cure lovesickness."
She put her hands on his chest and smiled softly: "Oh? How can I cure it?"
He lowered his head and kissed her pink lips. With a wave of his hand, the wide open door was closed, and the window held up by the bracket was also slammed shut. Only his charming voice could be heard rising in the room: " Smelly girl, you will find out soon."