While everyone was arguing, Wen Nan watched the commotion but didn't see Lu Yanqing behind him. He reached out and picked up a strand of hair from the ground, slowly wrapping it around his fingertips.
He gently sniffed the faint hibiscus scent emanating from his blue hair.
Then, without making a sound, he placed it in the blue sachet at his waist.
Other people's sachets are embroidered with flowers, mandarin ducks, or koi fish, but Wen Nan's embroidery skills are not good.
It's just a sachet, without any patterns.
The surrounding crowd gradually dispersed.
Wen Nan turned back.
"Your hair is broken." Lu Yanqing's voice was as usual, but his clear, spring-like eyes gradually darkened.
"It's alright, it's good that my husband is alright." Wen Nan's almond-shaped eyes seemed to be full of stars, and her gaze towards Lu Yanqing seemed to shine brightly.
It's just a haircut, of course she doesn't care.
But she forgot that in this place, one's body and hair are given to one's parents, and cutting off one's hair is like cutting off an arm.
Lu Yanqing lowered his eyes and picked up the book next to him.
"Why are you here?" It was a question asked casually.
"I've been feeling uneasy and worried all day, so I went to the academy to inquire and found out that you were here, so I came to check on you."
Wen Nan gave a casual reply.
"Yes. Thank you for today." Lu Yanqing looked up.
"My husband is still so distant."
But 859 felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy. In any other context, this would be considered a test! A blatant test!
Why are their art styles so different?
"Don't you think this is a meeting of minds between husband and wife?" Wen Nan pursed her lips slightly. She looked at Lu Yanqing with a smile in her eyes.
Lu Yanqing coughed awkwardly. The tips of his ears turned slightly red.
Zhang Ruyu and her group of followers were standing next to her... How should the extra two words be written?
Zhang Ruyu coughed without feeling embarrassed and began to list Zhuang Fei's various crimes to Wen Nan, one by one.
"Sis, let me tell you, this Zhuang Fei is no good person. He's very arrogant and thinks Yan Qing is good at studying, so he always comes over and talks sarcastic and mean."
"Sister, if you hadn't come today, Yan Qing would have been in grave danger."
"Sister, you almost became a widow!" Zhang Ruyu exclaimed in surprise!
Zhang Ruyu believed he knew Wen Nan's temperament well, so he decided to embellish the story and give that brat Zhuang Fei a taste of the harsh realities of life.
Make him wrap himself up like a wooden doll.
Zhang Ruyu was happy just thinking about it.
Lu Yanqing frowned beside him.
"Zhang Ruyu, don't talk nonsense." Wen Nan pouted, interrupting Zhang Ruyu.
The word "widow"... she could never experience it in her life. Lu Yanqing simply couldn't die; if he died... she would disappear too.
This is mandatory; there are no widowed individuals, only those who share a grave.
If we're going to die, we'll die together.
"I'm leaving now, I'll come pick you up later tonight." Wen Nan raised an eyebrow, waved, and walked out.
"Okay." Lu Yanqing reached out and touched the sachet at his waist.
Wen Nan had just stepped out of the horse farm gate when he suddenly heard a sound in his ear.
859 The long-lost mechanical sound.
[Target person, corruption value +5]
Wen Nan was stunned. His face was full of question marks.
What's going on?
Has Lu Yanqing turned evil?
Has he turned evil?
Why had she never heard of this before?
Why did he turn evil? Why? Wen Nan swallowed hard; his temples throbbed.
Why didn't this happen before August 9th? What's going on now?
The system's voice echoed in Wen Nan's mind.
[Host, the target had not yet turned evil, so it was not displayed.]
[His dark side is obvious; he's been bullied, isn't he?] 859's voice gradually softened and became more endearing.
"You still have a chance. As long as your corruption level doesn't reach 100, you won't die." 859's voice gradually faded.
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