Linglong's heart trembled, and she hurriedly reached out to cover his mouth. The Eighth Prince, who was as gentle as jade in the past, now looked radiant, and his once clear eyes became cloudy. The years made his blood flow with the love and desire unique to the Luo family. Just as she was about to move, a strange feeling crept into her heart. Linglong let go of her hand and sighed: "I don't like it..." Seeing the corners of Yinsu's mouth raised slightly, Linglong said helplessly: "Love and liking are different..."
Scattered snowflakes fell from the sky, freezing Yinsu's confident smile, which gradually turned into a trace of self-mockery. He turned around hard and walked out of the garden. After walking a few steps, he turned to Linglong who was still admiring the flowers and smiled: "You probably don't know yet, but the fourth brother has already taken Nian Gengyao's sister into his room two days ago!" Seeing the plum blossom in her hand spinning and falling to the ground, Yinsu smiled bitterly.
The goose-feather-like snow covers the ground, and a bloody red plum blossom on the snow is particularly enchanting...
"Master, what's wrong with you..." Qiaoxiu cried out in horror when she saw Linglong lying on the snow.