Shuifang Yingying

"Young Master, Fu Jing has woken up!" Chi Yan, the only person in charge of this huge villa, after learning that Fu Jing, who had been unconscious due to his own son's accidental injury a few days ago, had woken up, quickly went to inform Shao Ling who was on a mission. The young man who was called Shaoling had waist-length red hair. The peach-blossom-scented breeze that poured in from the window brought up two strands of burgundy hair on the temples. Hearing the voice coming from outside the door, the young man slightly frowned with a pair of charming yet heroic eyebrows. The look that flashed between his brows was fleeting and unnoticed. Then he took back his left hand that was resting on the chest of the woman who was looking at the boy directly but her eyes were very dull, and quickly put on his white gloves. The moment the young man left his hand, the young woman in gorgeous clothes immediately fell down, her face still looking as if she was absent-minded. A red mark that looks like a peach blossom is exposed. "Young Master, did you see anything this time?" Ling walked out of the room tiredly, and Qi Yan stepped forward and asked softly. Qi Yan, a man who is difficult to define, always expresses it in the most gentle way, but what he expresses is not the "gentleness" itself. He understands that what he cares about is how the task is progressing, without asking him. "It's over, but over a cup of tea she will forget what she shouldn't have seen. Let's go." Ling lightly walked through the episode full of doubts that had just played out in the mind of the young woman dressed in beauty in the pavilion. "After waking up from the mirror, I seem to have symptoms of amnesia. I've probably already settled in place. Young Master..." Qi Yan followed Ling out of the boudoir. Before he could finish his words, Ling felt anxious in his heart and walked away quickly at the mention of this name...