Because of her blurred vision, Zhiyun always mistook him for Han Qingrang.

"Remember, Your Excellency Duke Louis." Zhiyun will remember it.

Next, Zhiyun began to paint for him.

He was standing next to the gramophone in a formal suit befitting a duke, with a huge trumpet in the shape of a morning glory to his left.

Zhiyun has a natural talent for painting, but she is actually an amateur and taught herself to paint. She only learned it when she was sick and had time.

I still remember that she started to create on Mianhua under the name [With a Knife] and designed clothing drafts. She was not short of money and designed for fun. After her condition became more serious, she stopped touching these things and lay quietly in bed reading every day.

It seemed that all her skills were learned when she was sick.

She sketched the outline quickly, which was her specialty, and then slowly shaped it...

Zhiyun painted the face quite carefully, because it was Han Qingrang's face, she managed to capture his spirit, but the eyes lacked a touch of Han Qingrang's gentleness.

Louis was very happy to see the painting she drew for him. He looked so happy as if he had obtained a rare treasure in the world and cherished it very much.

He carefully took the painting off the drawing board and said, "Ali, there is actually tenderness in my eyes, but you just can't see it."

Zhiyun didn't say anything, but watched him carefully protect the painting.

He cared so much about her paintings and her portraits, but he never overstepped his bounds or approached her. If he liked her, he felt distant when they were together.

He couldn't let go of the painting and forgot about her beside him for a moment. Zhiyun felt that if she just walked in like this, he probably wouldn't even know about it.

Thinking this, she went in, and sure enough, Louis was so engrossed in the painting that he didn't notice she was gone.

After a sleepless night, a new day finally arrived.

The seven days promised to Louis had passed. When Zhiyun went out, Louis was already waiting outside. It was a very beautiful pumpkin carriage, pulled by five horses.

Zhiyun thought to herself: Is there another ceremony?

"Ali." Louis extended his hand to her, but Zhiyun didn't extend his hand. "Would you like to take this carriage?"

"Yeah." He nodded.

"I'll do it myself, thank you." She thanked him and got on the pumpkin carriage herself.

Louis also got up and sat next to her, “Let’s go.”

All the way into Teng Mansion, there was nothing to say between Zhiyun and Louis until Louis took a white hat and put it on her: "The wind is strong."

Where is the wind?

There was no wind, but Zhiyun did not refuse and let him help her put on her top hat.

The closer they got to the palace, the tighter Zhiyun clenched her hands. She was thinking that her joints were turning white from exerting too much force. The road was extremely smooth, even smoother than Zhiyun had imagined.

But the further we went inside, the more it seemed as if dark clouds gathered and the sky turned dark, very dark and gloomy.

This kind of environment is very depressing and makes people breathless. No wonder so few people can come here. No wonder Louis doesn't let her come here alone. This place is full of the breath of death...

This was a large and empty chamber, except for the white ice coffin that suddenly came into view...

"He's there, go ahead."

Louis raised his finger and pointed at that place——

It is a white ice coffin.