Wu Hao and Wu Mei were indeed in the flower hall. Sun Ninghai stood in the darkness of the corridor, watching them. Wu Mei was sitting on the chair as before. The bright red cheongsam made her skin look better than snow. She had no shoes on her feet and was holding a book in her right hand. Wu Hao was sitting on the ground, leaning his head on Wu Mei's legs, eyes closed, and wearing a pair of bear slippers. Wu Mei's left hand was on Wu Hao's hair, stroking it gently. Her eyes did not fall on the book, but on Wu Hao's face. Neither of the two people spoke, and there was silence all around. The two of them, together with the cypress forest, seemed to be in a painting, and they could not be separated no matter what.
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