At this moment, Zhiyun's expression became indescribable.
Because the picture on the page was a portrait of Queen Usuda, and she suspected that she was looking at her own face.
Exactly the same!
She remembered being deeply moved when she first saw the statue. However, it was a stone statue after all, a sculpture, and there was still a certain difference between its features and those of a human. So she had been secretly looking forward to seeing the portrait of the queen in the Smantu Palace.
Now she saw it, though it was not the portrait in the palace.
She flipped through the back of the book. There wasn't much description of Queen Usuda, not even as much as in the books Ralph had shown her.
But, I know the full name of Queen Usuda.
Riri Antoinette Usuda
Usuda is her surname, so she is called Queen Usuda. It is not her real name. To be precise, she should be called Riori.
This family is a very powerful family. Before Queen Usuda ascended the throne, the Usuda family was the richest family in Smantu, commonly known as a family as rich as a country.
Zhiyun suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart.
Powerful? Rich? Pear?
Why is there a weave?
When Zhiyun returned to the hotel, Han Qingrang was not there.
Zhiyun didn't know where he went, so she continued to sleep for a while. When she woke up, dusk had already fallen.
The room was empty, and the sound of her turning over broke the silence. After a while, Zhiyun sat up and went to the restaurant downstairs to eat.
It was bustling at dusk, and the long streets outside the glass windows were covered in silver.
She ordered a bowl of pasta. The soup smelled delicious, but Zhiyun only took a few bites and found it tasted like wax.
She called Han Qingrang, but he didn't answer. Zhiyun put down her fork, got up and went back to her room upstairs.
One night passed, and the next morning came.
The wind in Smantu this month is a bit cold, but it cannot get rid of the dryness of summer. Zhiyun blows on her hands, rubs her hands, and finally covers her cheeks.
She stood on the balcony with a cup of coffee, a thin notebook beside her, and her sight was fixed on the snow-capped mountains.
The snow in Simantu seems to have frozen on the snow-capped mountains, and there is almost no snow to be seen here.
The doorbell rang, and Zhiyun went to open the door. She looked through the peephole before opening it, "You're back."
It’s Han Qingrang.
He was wearing a dark grey coat, and his jet-black hair was a little wet, probably due to the fog.
He came in and Zhiyun noticed that he brought breakfast.
I’m so hungry, I didn’t feel it just now.
Probably because I didn’t eat much last night, I only had a little noodles and haven’t finished it yet.
After closing the door, Han Qingrang's eyes fell on the cup of coffee in her hand. He held breakfast in one hand and took the coffee from her hand with the other. He said in a clear voice, "You haven't had breakfast yet. Drinking coffee on an empty stomach is not good for your stomach."
"I used to have this habit, but later I changed it. I was a little hungry this morning, so I made a cup of instant coffee." He took the coffee away, and Zhiyun was left to his own devices.
As to why he suddenly left yesterday and didn't answer the phone, Zhiyun didn't say a word and didn't ask.
Now she feels that it doesn’t matter whether she asks or not, and it doesn’t matter whether she knows or not.
Since he didn't tell the truth in front of her, it was useless for her to ask.
So, she just stopped asking.
Put the breakfast on the table and open it. It is all light food, smelling delicious and tantalizing the taste buds.
Zhiyun sat down and looked up at him, "Have you eaten?"
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