The moment Quan Hanchao's entire face was revealed and seen by Jiang Yun.
Jiang Yun's hand holding the tea suddenly stopped, and he looked at the other person with a dull gaze, standing there in a daze.
Mo Ran! A Ran!
How could she be so much like her A Ran? They were exactly alike.
Jiang Yun stared at Quan Hanchao closely, a hint of reminiscence and a bit of disbelief flashing across his eyes.
[Wow! The man who made my second sister crazy is here! Second sister, please be more careful. Don’t think that you are the young man from the past who has returned just because you look exactly like your first love.]
Jiang Huan and Jiang Xuan seemed to be drinking tea, but they were actually staring at Jiang Yun to see her reaction.
Jiang Yun, who was brought back to his senses by Jiang Huan's voice, suddenly lowered his eyes, his eyes were red, tears welled up in his eyes, filled with pain and sorrow.
The whole person was surrounded by deep sadness.
Yeah! It's fake!
He is not her A Ran!
Her little husband, her A'ran, had died in the spring of Qingcheng five years ago.
On that bright and glorious spring day, the peach blossoms were gorgeous and the spring breeze was blowing.
All around were ladies and gentlemen who had come out to enjoy the peaches. They covered their faces and laughed, their eyes revealing friendship.
But her A Ran died in her arms, under the peach forest where peach blossoms were flying.
The one sleeping forever under that peach blossom forest is her A Ran!
Ling Yuan looked at Jiang Yun's reaction, and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
She knew that Mo Ran had always been the man Jiang Yun held dear to her heart. Even though Mo Ran had been dead for several years and had turned into ashes, Jiang Yun still couldn't let it go.
Look! When Jiang Yun saw a man who looked like Mo Ran, he immediately thought of Mo Ran.
Jiang Yun was in an extremely low mood, but his face did not show it. At Ling Yuan's eye signal, he slowly walked towards Jiang Yun.
He took the initiative to speak, "Your Highness, my surname is Quan, my given name is Hanchao, Your Highness can call me Ah Chao."
Jiang Yun raised his eyes, and the emotions on his face gradually faded.
She narrowed her eyes and stared at Quan Hanchao, a faint light flashing in her eyes.
He waved his hand and said, "Come closer, I want to take a good look at your face."
"yes."
Quan Hanchao suppressed his inner joy and excitement and walked towards Jiang Yun happily.
In order to make it easier for her to see him clearly, Quan Hanchao took the initiative to half-kneel in front of Jiang Yun.
"Your Highness."
Looking at the joy in the eyes of the man in front of me.
Jiang Yun smiled softly, leaned over slightly and raised his hand to touch Quan Hanchao's face.
She murmured with a look of longing in her eyes, "He really looks like him."
Quan Hanchao's smile almost froze at the corners of his mouth.
Although he knew that he was here to be a substitute, he still felt unhappy when Jiang Yun said it himself.
At this time, Jiang Yun's hand on his face gradually moved down.
That affectionate look, those gentle eyes, anyone who saw it would think that she must like the person in front of her very much.
The smile on Ling Yuan's lips deepened, and Quan Hanchao's joy became even stronger.
Even Jiang Xuan thought that Jiang Yun was blinded by the face of the despicable man in front of him, and was about to speak urgently.
Jiang Huan beside her pulled her back and whispered in her ear, "Fourth sister, believe in second sister."
Only then did Jiang Xuan stop.
Jiang Yun placed his calloused left hand on Quan Jinchao's lips.
Looking deeply into the man's eyes, she said, "Do you know what a wonderful face you have? I am very pleased to see it."
Quan Hanchao smiled and replied, "As long as Your Highness likes it, Your Highness can see my face every day from now on."
Jiang Yun, however, laughed happily as if he had heard a huge joke.
"Hahaha, what a pity."
Quan Hanchao and Ling Yuan didn't understand what she meant by "a pity".
The former asked in confusion, "Your Highness, what a pity... um..."
Before he could finish his words, a soft "puff" sound was heard in a flash.
The sound of the dagger piercing flesh could be heard clearly throughout the hall.
Jiang Yun's left hand, which was originally stroking Quan Nianchao's lips, was now resting on his shoulder.
He held a sharp dagger in his right hand and stabbed it into Quan Hanchao's chest, right at the heart.
Even though he was doing such a bloody and terrifying act, Jiang Yun still had a smile in his eyes.
Even the expression on that absolutely beautiful face did not change at all, and was still filled with a gentle smile.
"!!!" Ling Yuan's eyes suddenly widened.
He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his mind went blank and he stood there stupidly.
Quan Hanchao mechanically lowered his head to look at his chest which was stabbed with a bloody hole, and intense pain swept over him like a huge wave.
His pupils shrank, and he asked word by word in disbelief, "Why?"
Didn't she like her face? Why did she take his life for no apparent reason?
"Oh!"
Jiang Yun sneered gently and pulled the dagger out of his chest.
"puff!"
At this moment, Quan Hanchao seemed to have turned on some kind of switch and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.
Jiang Yun dodged from the chair before he spurted blood.
The next moment, Quan Hanzhao's entire body fell backwards to the ground with a muffled groan.
"Why?"
"Of course it's because you're not him."
He finished mumbling with a low laugh.
Jiang Yun stretched out his hand slowly, and the housekeeper beside him smiled gently and handed him a clean towel.
Holding the towel, Jiang Yun smiled, but her eyes grew colder and colder. She wiped her hand bit by bit and then stroked Quan Hanchao's left hand.
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