The castle is very big. Fang Chi Xia leads Xiao Yi behind the servant and stares at the castle while walking. The corridor is very quiet. The afternoon sun is warm and mottled on the ground. However, Fang Chi Xia inexplicably feels that it is cold here. The servant walked ahead, respectful from beginning to end, didn't say a word to her, and quietly led his way. Fang Chi Xia followed behind her and walked slowly. As she walked, she stared at both sides of the corridor. As she passed one of the rooms, her footsteps couldn't help pausing. She didn't know why she stopped. It seemed that she was led by a force and walked, and her steps suddenly stopped. On her side, she faces a room. The door was closed. She didn't know who lived in the room. She didn't know what the room was for. The door is nothing special, just a simple white tone. The two paintings on the side of the door are much more attractive than the door panel. Van Gogh's famous paintings, sunflowers and starry moon night, are worth hundreds of millions of art treasures. Fang Chi Xia stayed outside the door for a long time. She stared at the door and the paintings. She felt that the two paintings should attract her to stop. Fang Chixia is not very interested in things that are too literary and artistic. After watching it for a while, she faintly takes back her sight. With a gentle pace, she followed the servant to one end of the corridor. After taking a few steps, he turned his head and stared at the door“ Xia Xia, what do you think? " Nearby, Xiaoyi's voice suddenly came. Fang Chi Xia recovered and shook his head“ No, let's go! " Leading Xiaoyi, she quickened her pace to keep up with the servant. As soon as their figure disappeared, another figure appeared at one end of the corridor. Qingmu Chen stood in the corridor with xiaochenxi in his arms, staring at the direction of Fangchi Xia's disappearance for a long time. Make sure she didn't look back. Holding little dawn, he came to the door of gangfangchi Xia's house step by step. The door of the room was gently pushed open, his eyes quietly stared at the direction of the bed in the room, and he came to the window with little dawn in his arms. He didn't say anything, just put down the little dawn, then quietly put on the door and went out. The room was strangely quiet. On the bed lay a young man. The man seems to be sleeping. His long eyelashes cover his eyes like a feather fan. The sun shines a silhouette at the eye socket. His facial features are deep and addictive. In the afternoon, the sun fell quietly, the man was bathed in the sun, and the jumping light and shadow jumped on his exquisitely carved face. In this way, Xiao Chenxi suddenly thought of the standing ancient Greek god sculpture in the fountain in the garden behind the palace. Little dawn sat cross legged on the bed and stared at him for a long time. Her eyes moved up and down on him, stretched out her small hand and tentatively touched his hand. She was not rejected, and she tentatively touched his face. She was not big, and her action arc was naturally small. It seemed that she deliberately lightened it, like she was afraid of waking a sleeping man. Small hands, with 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 rejected. She seemed to have great courage. The little body rushed into the man's arms, lay on his chest, kissed here and there on his face, and then put her arms around his neck. She pronounced very clearly, "Daddy!" This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.