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When they went downstairs, Qiao Xuan was a little absent-minded, and was almost knocked by the man who was walking towards them. Fortunately, Sheng Liang had pulled her away in time.

"What did Little Four tell you?" Sheng Liang pulled Qiao Xuan to the wall and slowly tidied up his wrinkled clothes.

Qiao Xuan was a little shocked at first, but quickly understood. Indeed, nothing could be hidden from Sheng Liang: "You should know."

These were the words spoken by Primal Chaos, but Sheng Liang did not investigate them too deeply. He only reminded Qiao Xuan, "Miss Qiao, do not forget about our relationship."

Of course, she remembered that her partner was Sheng Liang.

"Have you recovered from your illness? Why haven't you seen Miss Luo?" As he sat in the dining hall, Qiao Xuan realized that he hadn't seen Luo Keke the entire morning.

"She's my doctor, not my servant." When Sheng Liang finished speaking, she saw that Qiao Xuan did not understand what he meant, so she added on, "She is going to Verona, and coincidentally is travelling along the same route as us."

It was rare that Sheng Liang explained it to her so much, but Qiao Xuan still did not understand. "What kind of place is Verona?"

Sheng Liang saw that she was at a loss and actually laughed: "Go and check on the internet when you have time, Miss workaholic."

Qiao Xuan did not notice his words because she was completely captivated by his faint smile. She had thought that Sheng Liang would only have a cold face, but it turns out that he also knew how to laugh, and very nicely as well.

Sensing Qiao Xuan's gaze, the smile on Sheng Liang's face gradually faded, and he covered himself as he picked up the black tea on the table and took a sip.

Although he knew that Sheng Liang's goal in coming to Paris was not simple, if he did not say it, Qiao Xuan would pretend that he did not know, and would not dare to have any expectations for him.

But to her surprise, after eating breakfast, Sheng Liang actually invited her out for a walk. This made Qiao Xuan feel very surprised, and also a little … Being flattered.

The sky was a little overcast, and soon it began to drizzle. There were people on the streets holding up umbrellas that were colorful like flowers blooming in the blink of an eye. Such a scene, coupled with the romantic atmosphere, made the scene even more charming.

When he came out, Qiao Xuan was only wearing a silk floral dress that got colder the moment it rained. She unconsciously rubbed her arms, and in the next second, a suit coat was draped over her body.

Qiao Xuan raised her head to look at Sheng Liang. His face was still pale, and his illness had not completely recovered either. She wanted to quickly take it off and return it to him.

Sheng Liang pressed her hand down, and helped her put her jacket back up: "Don't take away a man's chance to be a gentleman."

Qiao Xuan did not move, he only said thanks.

At that time, they had already walked to the side of the Seine River, where there were many stalls selling colored paintings from various places of interest. Sheng Liang walked over and chose a painting of the Louvre and gave it to Qiao Xuan.

After that, they went to many other places as well. It was not a famous place, but because of the man beside them, Qiao Xuan felt that this trip was worthwhile.

The rain had stopped long ago. The sky was very blue, and the white clouds seemed to change in the blink of an eye. It was like a scene in a painting.

Qiao Xuan sat down beside a fountain in a small plaza. Just as Qiao Xuan opened up the colored painting and was about to admire it, a skateboard teenager suddenly bumped into her. Her hand loosened and the painting fell into the pool.

The boy immediately apologized in French, but she ignored him. Seeing the picture in the water, she was anxious to reach for it.

When Sheng Liang came back to buy the drinks, he saw Qiao Xuan's actions and immediately pulled her back: "What are you doing?"

"The painting you gave me fell into the water." Qiao Xuan's gaze was still on the surface of the water and he saw that the colors on the painting had already been dyed by the water.

Sheng Liang was startled for a moment, and then handed a cup of hot chocolate to her. With an indifferent tone, he replied, "It's useless to retrieve something that has lost its value."