She is the only good friend I can have a heart-to-heart relationship with in the empire.
Doesn't she care at all about what will happen to her next, and doesn't she believe that she can save her?
Doesn't she have any yearning for the beauty outside and no expectations for her future life?
Could it be that, as she said, she was too stupid and naive, believing too much in the feelings and trust between people?
And she only lives for her own obsession.
Now that her obsession has been resolved, she no longer has anything to worry about in this world.
All of this has nothing to do with being a silly girl like herself.
From the beginning, there was only hatred and coldness in her world, and she had never been influenced by herself in the slightest.
The story between them is limited to his wishful thinking of being friends with her, pestering her to call her Sister Lan, forcibly intersecting with her, and so on.
It wasn't until much later that Luo Xi and Jing Mohao talked about what happened with Lan Bing.
After Jing Mohao listened, he only said four words, "My dear friend was buried with honor."
But at this moment, Luo Xi couldn't understand, and could only feel the huge trauma and sorrow in her heart.
It was like a sincere heart that he held out with his hands, just like Lan Bing's body, which was thrown against the wall and shattered into bloody pieces.
From now on, there is no one in this prison who can talk to him anymore, no one can call him 2308 anymore, and no one can pamper his sister Lan anymore.
She didn't know how she managed to finish serving the rest of the meal, but after confirming that Jing Mohao in the secret room had not conveyed instructions to her, she ran madly into her lounge and cried all afternoon.
One night.
Early the next morning, a pair of leather boots stepped onto the red carpet of the Imperial Palace.
Atop the magnificent palace, the man's red robe was slightly open, revealing his fair chest.
He was holding a wine glass, and the corners of his mouth were stained with a touch of bright red.
There were women with beautiful faces in front of and behind him.
The woman stepped on the bright and dazzling red carpet step by step with her leather boots, getting closer to the handsome face that haunted her.
The man heard the footsteps, raised his eyelids, saw the face of the person coming, raised one leg, and stood up.
The man's narrow eyes narrowed and he called out, "Xiqin" "Lie, I'm back."
Wen Xiqin had surgery on her face.
Although her appearance didn't seem to change much, every time she spoke a word or moved a muscle, her facial nerves hurt as if they were being sawed open with a steel knife.
Jing Mulie saw that she was much thinner than before, and raised the corners of his lips with a half-smile, "Xiqin, it's been so long, where have you been?"
Wen Xiqin looked aggrieved and said, "Lie, do you know that you asked me to find the financial statements of the charitable foundation that the forbidden government wanted, but that forbidden government was so nice that they pretended to me that they didn't have it and allowed me to coerce and induce them.
He just refused to give it.
I lurked there for several months and was finally found.
But when I came out, I found that Jing Mohao had returned to Australia.
He had promised me that he would bring me back with him.
He might have thought that I was missing. , didn’t wait for me, I just found a helicopter of our empire in the past few days, and drove it back by myself, Lie, I haven’t touched a plane for a long time, I didn’t expect to be able to fly it back.”
Wen Xiqin kept talking to herself
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