Tie Hongyan couldn't understand why, so he asked Wu Xunsheng if anyone he thought was suspicious had entered his room through writing.

Although she also felt that the unreliable person would not have a chance to enter his room, she still wanted to ask.

After seeing it, Wu Xunsheng said: No, my subordinates who have entered my room are very reliable people and will not move my things casually. I have always believed in them. Anyone else who can enter is reliable. Besides, even if someone wants to move my things, why don’t you move other things, but move pendants and fans? It is unlikely that someone has moved it, and I think it is impossible.

Tie Hongyan wrote some words, in order to let him carefully recall again whether he had actually moved it himself.

Wu Xunshengdao: I have never had any impression of moving. If I have moved, I shouldn’t have no impression of it.

Tie Hongyan suddenly thought: Could it be that he had done something he had done, but he couldn't know it? If this is true, would it be because of the impact of the sober tank? Is it very dangerous to have such a situation? No, I must not think about it randomly, and there will be miracles.

Although she comforted herself like this, she felt much heavier in her heart than before. She still couldn't let Wu Xunsheng see her heaviness. She wrote and said that she might understand some things in a few days.

Wu Xunsheng said: There is no other way, I can only do this. I feel that even if I investigate this matter, I can't start.

He also decided not to talk about this anymore and said: I'll write the contents on this fan now.

Tie Hongyan nodded.

So he sat at the table and started writing seriously. He wrote every word with a stroke and stroke, and wrote with caution, obviously to be perfect. When he wrote the reasons behind the twenty-eight words on paper, it kept surging in his heart again and again, making him write more slowly, as if every stroke was telling what he could not tell her at this time, and each stroke contained his deep feelings for her. He wrote this way, as if he was determined to make these words cross life and death and travel through several lifetimes.

Tie Hongyan had seen him write other things before, but most of the time she saw him with a big stroke and finished it in a few moments. Sometimes he would write a little slower, but never to this level.

This was the first time she saw him writing like this, and now she was filled with thoughts in her heart.

Looking at his focused look under the candlelight, she deliberately made her breathing sound less. Although she knew that he could not hear the sound at all, she felt that even the sound of her breathing disturbed the tranquility of the inner center.

He just wrote silently, she just watched quietly, as if at this moment, it was a lifetime, three lives, and the world was deserted.

After some of the characters appeared on the fan, Tie Hongyan felt that the words he wrote made the fan that originally had light-colored flowers look better.

After writing, Wu Xunsheng sighed, but he immediately realized that he could not let Tie Hongyan feel that he was sighing, so he took a deep breath, then smiled and let out a breath.

His breathing seemed to break the tranquility inside, but it made the iron red flames on his face smiling and facing him suddenly feel more vitality.
Chapter completed!