Scapegoat Bride - C58

Within a garden that was completely silent, a man was hugging a pure and holy angel. His appearance was so sad and beautiful, so moving …

It even overshadowed the beauty of the white dress…

The man’s body was slowly covered by a thin layer of snow, but he was still unwilling to let go. More accurately, he didn’t dare to let go because he was afraid that if he let go of his arms, the holy angel would gradually disappear from his sight …

The proud and aloof Angel slowly lowered his head, and looked at the arms he was hugging. That cold and heartless heart of his seemed to be gradually affected by these powerful arms, the luster in his eyes broke through the obstruction of darkness and his empty heart slowly filled up …

Did a man convert an angel? Or had the angel lectured the man?

This was a fairy tale, a fairy tale in the real world. However, in that moment when a sad and beautiful fairy tale also had an ending …

The violent snowstorm suddenly stopped, and Yun AoTian’s intoxicated heart returned to reality. Han Yi’er’s heart gradually closed up.

The two of them did not speak a word, and just stood there quietly, until Yun AoTian retracted his arm.

Her delicate back was revealed. Her hair had already turned white. She raised her hand to wipe away the snow on her body, but then she withdrew it …

He looked at the white jacket in his hands. He had wanted to give her a piece of clothing, but unexpectedly, he couldn’t help but pull her into his embrace.

Could he not help worrying about her illness?

How many times had he been unable to control himself? To be exact, it was difficult to control the situation.

Gently putting on the white robe, without saying a single word, Yun AoTian left the enchanting place.

The instant he turned around and returned to the villa, his ice-cold eyes that had become blazing hot once again involuntarily peeked at her …

He raised his hand without any regret for being a true gentleman, and there were no medicine for regret in this world.

What if someone makes a mistake?

Make up for it? How to make up for it?

When Han Yi’er slapped him, Yun AoTian’s mind was actually pulled back. Otherwise, his huge hand would not have stopped in midair, and would not have landed for a long time …

When she mentioned the contract, he could even say ‘You’re just my fiancee that I bought with money!’ He even used more extreme words to humiliate her, but he didn’t …

A person who was cold on the outside but hot on the inside would never be understood.

Listening to her every word with that speechless manner, using that demonic appearance to stabilize her position in this family, all she needed was to make up for her mistakes and to find a way out, so that she could live a comfortable life.

But he hated her stubborn look and wanted to erase it! Then he could only ask her for help from the servants.

Think about the lavender seeds?

Waiting for the sprout of love to be planted by her, then let her personally dig out the sliver of love that was still lingering in her heart, yet …

The tiny flowers have not been eliminated, perhaps in the early spring, and even in the short term, a new flower of love will break through the soil, and then, how many happy families are there to worry about?

The villa’s door slowly closed, and the scorching heat from the flames did not leave her body for a long time. Her line of sight was also shut within the two doors that were officially opened …

The warmth behind his back was dissipating.

Never, never…

He had felt the melting heat before, and just then, his heart had almost melted and collapsed.

Perhaps the warm embrace from before was just an illusion given to her by the dark elves …

The cold wind that had yet to subside blew gently against Han Yi’er’s snow-white clothes. This snow fairy that resided in a white world might be herself. The warmth of her true virtual world was also due to her charm.

Looking at the thick snow all around her, the corner of Han Yi’er’s mouth curved into a faint smile …

Half an hour ago, when the pure white snowflakes landed on the ground, they were contaminated and disappeared. After half an hour, the pure white snowflakes had already covered the ground and turned into a thick layer of snow.

Oh, in the country, in the city, keep your true self, you will win everything.

Leaves departure is the pursuit of the wind? Or the tree?

He took a deep breath and walked into the villa with a smile on his face, “Of course it’s Feng’s pursuit.”

Han Yi’er regained her usual optimism. She, who was previously empty, was now gradually calming down her pain. When a person was riddled with scars, licking her wounds with her saliva was probably the quickest way to treat them.

However, was her change her own “healing” or was it that short half-hour of warmth?

“Yi’er, hurry and take a hot bath.” Aunt Zhang had been waiting at the villa’s entrance for a long time. She saw Han Yi’er come in with a towel to wipe off her long, dry hair.

“Thank you, Aunt Zhang.” With a faint smile, he took the towel and walked to the bathroom on the second floor …

The bath of the gorgeous mirror, the wave light water sample, the foam floats up.

He took off the clothes filled with ice shards and set them aside. However, the white outer coat continued to attract Han Yi’er’s attention.

“Heh.” With a chuckle, he withdrew his ice-cold gaze.

After immersing himself in the warm pool water and soaking his entire body, the exhaustion and the cold feeling in his heart were all swept away.

When the clear water brushed against her smooth skin, she was like an emerald green willow, alluring and alluring …

“Memories …” “Young mistress.” Little Xuan walked into the bathroom with a clean set of clothes in hand.

“Little Xuan …” “After hearing her address him in such a manner, I felt rather uncomfortable. However, if it wasn’t for the impulse I had just displayed, how could I have gotten such a form of address?” “Thank you.”

Little Xuan’s naked body floated up to the surface of the water as she stared blankly at Han Yi’er’s skin.

The current scene could only be described by quoting Bai Juyi’s “The Song of Endless Hate”, the scene of a beauty taking a bath.

Spring cold bath Hua Qingchi, warm spring water cleaning condensate.

The waiter helped her up. It was the beginning of her new grace.

“What’s wrong?” Seeing how Little Xuan’s gaze was fixated on her, Han Yi’er felt a little embarrassed.

“You … Your skin is fine. ” Little Xuan’s tone of voice was extremely innocent and filled with envy, even causing Han Yi’er to laugh.

How could she have such good skin when she was born in the countryside?

Perhaps it was natural, perhaps it was contaminated by the mother’s DNA, or perhaps it was the DNA of someone who had never met her father.

After all, her mother was a beauty, and her father was definitely not an ordinary person.

“Nope.” After changing into the new set of clothes, Little Xuan began to pack up Han Yi’er’s clothes.

“Let me do it.” Even though he had the title of “Honorable”, but for others to serve him, he thought that was a bit too much …

“It doesn’t matter.” Little Xuan was a servant and serving anyone was the same. Furthermore, the young master had personally ordered her, so she would definitely do her best, “Young mistress, these clothes are too old. Let’s just leave it at that.”