Yao Xuhui sighed softly and handed the mansion to Zi Xuan. Zi Xuan took it in confusion, but when she looked at it, her face changed greatly.
"This, this is impossible!"
"Go comfort her."
When Ye Nanxi walked back to her own yard and heard Chang'an's laughter from the house, she couldn't help but stop. Her heart ached as if it were being cut by a knife. She was afraid that once she went in, her uncontrollable mood would scare Chang'an, so she raised her hand to hold the pillar. After taking two deep breaths, she turned and retreated. She walked along the corridor. After going back and forth for two or three times, she pushed open the door of a small tea room. Then she covered the door with her back and squatted down slowly. She covered her mouth with her hands like a wounded beast, curl
