The castle was very big. Fang Chixia led Xiao Yi and followed the servant, staring at the castle as they walked.
The corridor was very quiet, and the afternoon sun was warm and dappled all over the floor. However, Fang Chixia felt that it was a bit cold here for no reason.
The servant walked in front, his attitude was respectful from beginning to end, he didn't say a word to her, and quietly led his own way.
Fang Chixia followed her very slowly. As she walked, she stared at both sides of the corridor.
When passing one of the rooms, her steps couldn't help but pause.
She didn't know why she stopped. She seemed to be pulled by a force. As she walked, her footsteps suddenly stopped.
To her side, she faced a room.
The door is closed.
She didn't know who lived in the room.
She didn't know what this room was used for.
The door is nothing special, just a simple white color.
However, the two paintings on the side of the door are much more attractive than the door panels.
Van Gogh's famous paintings, Sunflowers and Starry Night, are art collections worth hundreds of millions.
Fang Chixia stopped outside the door for a long time, staring at the door and the paintings. She felt that it was the two paintings that attracted her to stop.
Fang Chixia was not very interested in anything too literary and artistic. After looking at it for a while, she looked back lightly.
With gentle steps, she followed the servant and continued walking towards the end of the corridor.
After walking a few steps, he couldn't help but turn his head and stare at the door.
"Xia Xia, what are you thinking about?" Xiao Yi's voice suddenly came from the side.
Fang Chixia came back to her senses and shook her head lightly.
"No, let's go!"
Leading Xiao Yi, she quickened her pace to keep up with the servant.
Just as the two figures disappeared, another figure appeared at the end of the corridor.
Qing Muchen stood in the corridor with Xiao Chenxi in his arms, staring quietly at the direction where Fang Chixia disappeared for a long time.
After making sure that she didn't look back, he hugged Xiao Chenxi and walked step by step to the door where Gangfang Chixia stopped.
The door to the room was gently pushed open, and he stared quietly at the direction of the bed in the room. He held little Chenxi and came to the window.
He didn't say anything, he just put Xiao Chenxi down, then quietly closed the door and walked out.
The room was eerily quiet, with a young man lying quietly on his back.
The man seemed to be sleeping, his long and dense eyelashes covered his eyes like a fan, the sunlight cast a silhouette in the eye sockets, his facial features were deep and intoxicating.
The afternoon sun fell quietly, and the man was bathed in the dappled sunshine. The dancing light and shadow danced on his engraved face. This way of him reminded Xiao Chenxi of the sculptures of ancient Greek gods standing in the fountain in the back garden of the palace. .
Xiao Chenxi sat cross-legged on the bed and stared at him for a long time.
Her eyes moved up and down on him, and she reached out her little hand and tentatively touched his hand first. Not being repulsed, she tentatively touched his face.
She was not that big, so the arc of her movements was naturally small, and she seemed to be deliberately gentle, as if she was afraid of waking up the sleeping man.
The small hand, with its warm heat, stayed on the man's face for a long time.
Soft, like cotton.
After touching his face for a while, she was still not repulsed, and she seemed to be getting bolder.
Her little body threw herself into the man's arms, lay on his chest, kissed him here and there on his face, and then, hugging his neck, she called out very clearly, "Daddy!"