C19

If that had not happened, would the young master have been like her? Growing up carefree? His heart was filled with sunshine? Not like now, in the shadow of darkness?

Why did the grudges of the previous generation have to be placed on the children …

The air in the yard smelled sweet.

Sunlight scattered on the pure white flowers. From afar, the vast expanse of white looked as beautiful as real snowflakes.

Qiao Xinran strolled along the path of flowers. Whenever a breeze blew by, the flowers in the garden would sway with the wind, as if they were swimming in a sea of flowers.

As expected, the outside world was the best. Even the air was dozens of times fresher than the air in the room!

There was a large swing under the shade of a tree. Qiao Xinran sat on it and swung around as she raised her head to look at the blue sky and white clouds.

At that time, she had gone to the amusement park with her brother and her parents. Her mother had taken her brother by one hand and held her by the other.

His little brother would always jump up happily, to the point that every time he took a photo, it would be very strange. But at that time, the family's smile was so sweet and happy!

Dad also said that in the future, he would build a playground for her and her brother, a playground that only belonged to the two of them …

Happy times, always so nostalgic.

No one could ever have imagined that ten years later, her mother would be in another world, and yet she was here, bitterly persevering.

Dad had married another woman, a woman who looked like a witch, with a smile on her face but a murderous intent behind it.

As for his younger brother, because his father didn't care about him, he was casually dealt with by that woman, so his whereabouts were unknown now.

However, she was powerless and could not even find the whereabouts of her little brother.

Mom, if you're in heaven, can you help me? Let me find my brother?

Even if he never grows up healthy like other children, I want to stay by his side and take care of him …

A warm breeze blew, causing Qiao Xinran to smile faintly, but her tears had long ago drenched her face.

Maybe Han Mo bullied his a little too much these few days? It wasn't like her at all to have become so sentimental.

Qiao Xinran descended from the swing and saw the fake mountain from afar.

Who was that figure she saw that day? Do you want to ask Uncle Chang? He had been here for so long, he might not know.

With this thought, he walked to the front of the fake mountain and habitually looked towards the crack in the rock. He was shocked. Because there was even a piece of paper there!

Her heart suddenly started pounding wildly. She looked around and realized that she was the only person in the garden in the silent afternoon.

Even so, he still took down the piece of paper with anticipation. The familiar scent of ink lingered in his nose, giving him an indescribable feeling of excitement.

The moment she opened the paper, she almost cried out in surprise.

Because on the snow-white drawing paper, there was actually a complete drawing!

A girl was leaning on the swing, looking up at the sky in a daze, but there were two lines of tears running down her face. However, there was no expression of sadness on the girl's face. Instead, it was a rare serenity.

The girl in the painting... It's her!

That's right, that was what she did when she was sitting on the swing! Furthermore, with her long hair covering her shoulders, as well as this wide shirt … It really was her!

If that was the case, then was that figure really here? And he kept looking at her, and he drew her...

A strange feeling rose in his heart, and his mood became sunny all of a sudden.

It wasn't her imagination that made such a person present! It wasn't that she was mistaken!

However, if the person on the painting was her, could it be that the unfinished drawing from last time was also her?

A heart like a deer, a feeling of wonder and happiness haunts the heart.

So it turned out that she had inadvertently become the scenery in the eyes of others …

"This painting is really good. Can I take this as a gift?" she asked softly.

She knew there was no one in the garden, but she still wanted to ask. Because she had always felt that the figure was hiding somewhere, quietly watching her.

"If you don't answer, I'll just treat it as you agreeing!" Qiao Xinran opened her mouth once again, and what answered her was only the sound of the waterfall falling from the fake mountain.

"Since I took your gift, I'll give it back to you. What do you like? Can I give it to you the next time I come? "

She sat down on the rock garden and began talking to herself.

"But even if I say so, I may not have a chance. Maybe that demon Han Mo would find some other way to torture me. If he was in a bad mood and locked me up again, I really wouldn't be able to come out … "

"Hey, are you a member of the Han Family?" You better not tell Han Mo about what I have just said. Otherwise, he will definitely lose his temper again! "

"Oh right, why is Han Mo so fierce? Did he treat others the same way? Icy all day, like an iceberg, what a nuisance! Uncle Chang even said that he had a kind personality, I don't believe it! "If he's kind, then there won't be any bad people in this world …"

Qiao Xinran sat on the fake mountain and muttered non-stop. She completely vented out all of her dissatisfaction towards Han Mo these past few days.

If these words were heard by Han Mo, who knew how he would blow his beard and glare at Han Mo.

Uncle Chang looked for her anxiously. Seeing her sitting alone from far away, he called out to her, "Young Mistress, it's time to go back to your room. Young Master will be back soon!"

Qiao Xinran was clever enough to stand up, she did not forget to say something, "Alright, I'll go back first, I'll come look for you when I have the chance. If you want a gift, just write it down on a piece of paper and tell me … "

With that, he patted his butt and walked towards Uncle Chang. It was as if someone really could hear her.

"Young Mistress, the young master is going to get off work soon. Don't reveal any flaws later." Uncle Chang followed behind her, constantly reminding her.

"Don't worry, I won't say anything wrong …" Qiao Xinran waved her hand, her face full of smiles.

Returning back to his room, he hid the painting in the drawer first. He definitely could not let Han Mo find out about this, with his stubborn temper, there was no telling what might happen next.

But who was that figure? She had just said so much. Had that person heard her?

If he heard, why didn't he answer her?