All your life, you will love her like a child.

Don't care about her timidity and don't force her to change.

Just being the most authentic Qianxun, being truly loved.

Could it be? Could such a person exist?

She looked forward to it, but couldn't help but suspect that the dream described by Feng Xing was too beautiful, so beautiful that she didn't dare to sink too deep into it, lest she take a cautious step and become intoxicated, only to face the cold reality in the end.

"I still want to learn." The four fingers were entangled together and kept playing with each other. She used such a small movement to relieve her anxiety and moved her eyes away from Feng Xing's eyes.

"No need." Feng Xing frowned in displeasure.

"I want to learn." Her courage was reaching its limit. God knows how hard she had to work out just two words to carry out the third round of resistance.

It is never easy to stick to one's point of view.

And she is willing to try to express her opinions only when necessary.

She couldn't understand what was going on today. She had clearly seen that Fengxing's face was not good, and she could have expected that stubbornly wanting to learn cooking might annoy him, who was sometimes gentle and sometimes cold.

The peaceful situation was maintained, but she couldn't help but put forward her own ideas.

There were so many places in this manor that were changing her subtly. She just felt inexplicably familiar, every grass, every tree, every piece of furniture in the house, the delicacies cooked by your sister-in-law, and Uncle Fu's coldness and alienation.

, all gave her an indescribable feeling in her heart.

She was sure that this was her first time here.

But who can explain where that familiarity overflowing in my heart comes from?

Feng Xing stared at her expressionlessly for a while, then gently put down his knife and fork, stood up and left.

His footsteps disappeared at the stairs, and he must have gone back upstairs.

Qianxun slumped down and leaned on the table, breathing heavily.

Late at night, the mountains are peaceful.

Qianxun curled up and sat on the windowsill. The thick floor-to-ceiling curtains blocked her body, and her body was quietly hidden in the darkness, making no sound.

She stared intently at a dim outline more than ten meters away. She couldn't see it clearly just by the moonlight. She could vaguely tell that it was a tree. It was surprisingly huge, like a giant holding up the world.

The umbrella stands there silently, unchanged by the years.

She closed her eyes and speculated wildly that it should be a variant of the banyan tree, which was thicker and taller than the ordinary species. It could be called "a tree is a city".

It is extremely adaptable to the mountain environment. It has been transplanted here for many years. It has lush branches and leaves. Even a dozen children can climb up it and hide it easily so that no one can find it.

At one time, someone wanted to build a wooden house on a tree. Later, after actual measurements, it was necessary to cut off several main vein branches and completely hollow out the central part of the tree in order to bear the weight of a wooden house. No one wanted to do that.

If you hurt the banyan tree before building, then let it go.
Chapter completed!