Qixing looked at Zhu Chuan and shook his head and sighed: "This is all the fault of your lustful governor."

Zhu Chuan sighed.

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Miss Xiahou held a rock with her hands and sat on it with some difficulty. Then she looked at the flower basket that had rolled down in the distance. There were many jagged rocks underneath. The wicker basket had been knocked apart. The wild flowers were messy and no longer as beautiful as before.

She couldn't help but shed tears, covered her face with her hands, and started crying.

But as soon as the sound started, a female voice came from the hillside.

"Are you going to jump off a cliff?"

Miss Xiahou almost choked on her own cry and wiped her face hurriedly. Then she turned around and saw a woman wrapped in a cloak standing on the protruding rock. She appeared quietly at some point.

When she saw her face clearly, Miss Xiahou looked startled, then subconsciously smiled and sat upright.

"I just accidentally fell down." She said, "Miss Qixing, I will not commit suicide because of someone else's fault."

Qixing nodded: "I also think Miss Xiahou is not that kind of confused person."

But she was a fool. Miss Xiahou withdrew her gaze and looked down the cliff, looking at the scenes she had seen with Qixing in her distant and illusory memory.

At that time, she was brightly dressed and surrounded by others. She looked at the embroiderer casually and nonchalantly.

Now think about it, the embroiderer must also be looking at her, seeing her clearly and clearly, watching her and her fiancé go in and out, chatting and laughing happily.

Does she think she is ridiculous or hateful?

"Miss Qixing." She suddenly turned her head and asked, "Are you okay?"

When she asked this question, she saw a smile appear on the woman's beautiful face.

"Not bad." Qixing said, and then asked, "What about you?"

Miss Xiahou looked at her and said in a calm voice: "Of course I'm not as good as you. After all, your treasures are always being fought for."

Zhu Chuan, who was standing not far away, laughed, a bit gloating about her misfortune, and asked her to mind her own business and come over. She must be scolded!

You also need to be a scholar, as swearing at others sounds like compliments.

Qixing said: "Then this is good for you, do you want it?"

Miss Xiahou's expression froze.

Zhu Chuan curled his lips, this woman had never suffered a verbal defeat before.

I'll update it as soon as I write it down, but the update time is uncertain during the May Day period. Happy holiday everyone, thank you all, I love you.
Chapter completed!