Lan Beichen stood by the window all afternoon, looking out the window as if he could look in the direction of Feng Sujin.
Maybe this would make him feel better.
He watched until it was getting late, then he sighed and turned back to the study with sadness and melancholy.
The Chinese New Year is coming in three days, and the entire Beiquan City is filled with a lively festive atmosphere.
Perhaps because Beiquan City almost experienced riots and wars before, but everything was peaceful afterwards, the people were more positive about the New Year and wanted to use this festival to get rid of the old and usher in the new.
But no matter how lively it is outside, Lan Beichen's heart is still lonely.
Regret and pain filled his heart. Many times, he couldn't help but think about the two years he spent with Feng Sujin.
"Beichen, Chinese New Year is coming soon, what gift do you want?"
"So what gift will you prepare for me?"
"You know I don't have much money, but I will prepare a gift for you with my own hands."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
"You are my boyfriend, why are you so outspoken? Don't say this again."
"Okay, don't tire yourself."
…
At that time, they also had happy times. Unfortunately, at that time, he did not know that he would truly fall in love, nor did he know that he would lose the most precious person.
If he knew, he would cherish it.
Lan Beichen covered his painful heart and coughed a few times.
He was lonely and miserable.
He slowly closed his eyes, and suddenly he seemed to remember something. He suddenly stood up and started looking for something everywhere.
Lan Beichen almost rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to look for it, but he couldn't find it, and his face turned pale.
Lan Beichen immediately called everyone at home and asked, "Where's the scarf in my room before? It's blue and white hand-knitted. Has anyone seen it?"
The servants looked at Lan Beichen with a condensed expression on his face, and he was so cold that he didn't even dare to express his anger.
Ever since what happened at Lan Beichen and Liu Shiya's wedding, he has become more and more silent, and his methods have become sharper. Even his temper has been unpredictable, and all the servants are careful not to make mistakes.
"explain!"
The cold in Lan Beichen was so strong that a servant said cautiously: "Sir, I have seen Miss Liu cut something with scissors before. What Miss Liu said was gone is useless..."
"Bump!" With a sound, Lan Beichen slapped the table, "Liu Shiya! Liu Shiya!"
Lan Beichen said with gritted hatred in his tone.
"and after?"
"Later, Miss Liu cut it and threw it into the trash can. Was it taken away by the garbage collector that day?"
Lan Beichen staggered back a few steps as he listened, his eyes darkening.
He couldn't even keep a single gift she had given him!
Lan Beichen waved his hand, and everyone retreated. Only after everyone pushed them did they dare to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Sir looks sad."
"What the hell is that scarf?"
"I remember that it was a gift given to Mr. Feng when she and Mr. Feng were on good terms. No, now I should call her the mayor's wife."
"Hey, Liu Shiya is so bad. How can she be compared with our mayor's wife, who is a snake-hearted person? She is a woman who has saved our Beiquan City."
"Even so, I don't know why sir..."
…
Everyone was talking quietly, and Lan Beichen also heard it. Yes, why was he so stupid back then? If he had been more sensible, wouldn't he and Feng Sujin be like this
He just had no reason to even want to see her. He really wanted to miss her, even just to take a look. Now he didn't have anything from her here, and he didn't even think about her.