Luo Qianyun still didn't move. She listened to his cold words, and her limbs were as if they were frozen, reminding her over and over again how An Zhen died for her back then.

So Duanmu Yan has an unforgivable deep hatred for her.

She knew that she had no right to refute him.

"If you want to fight, just fight."

Duanmu Yan hated her the most, his face was as calm as water. He said this just to make her stimulate and make her suffer for the rest of her life due to guilt, but... "What are you like? It seems like I am abused you?"

"no……"

"Don't tell me anything, right!" His chest was so angry that he was fluttering, "Do you think today's matter will be over?"

"I...I will remember today's mission..."

"Then why are you crying? Get up!" Duanmu Yan pulled her arm and pulled her to the dressing table, "Look at the mirror!"

It only took one day to play An Zhen.

Tomorrow, he will order her to do anything more cruelly.

It’s not that there is no pain, it’s just that it’s not yet.

"Put this set back into the closet and change to another set... purple."

"Ke Anzhen, don't you like red?"

"What do you do to wear so much fun? Do you think I want you to get married?!"

“…”

Who wants to get married?!

Luo Qianyun almost bit her tongue in fear, "But I don't look like I wear purple..."

Before he could finish his words, a long red dress was thrown on her head, "Switch it!"

"..." Didn't she just want to wear it...

After changing into red, Duanmu Yan's expression became a little satisfied, "It's a little better."

“…”

A little bit...is she that bad?!

Luo Qianyun was speechless. She walked over with a embarrassed look. Her hand was immediately pulled. Duanmu Yan's gentle voice came, "An'er, you are so beautiful."

He got involved so quickly... He is the reincarnation of the Oscar actor?!

She suddenly interrupted him with a desperate attempt, "What do she usually call you?"

He rarely had a good temper and didn't hit her, "Guess."

"Well..." Luo Qianyun hesitated for a moment. Yi An Zhen's off-line character during her lifetime must have been less serious in her name. She guessed: "A Yan? Yan'er? Yan Yan?"

“…”

Seeing that his face seemed to be wrong, she continued, "Xiao Yan? Xiao Yanyan?"

“…”

"Yan Xiaoyan? Yu Xiaoyan? Yu Huohuo?"

“…”

Why didn't she call him Yu Xiaomi?!

Duanmu Yan almost fainted, but he couldn't stop curling the corners of his lips, reminding him of the lively and unstoppable An Zhen back then. She always treats people with kind smiles, and it's hard for people not to like her.

Thinking about myself, I just like An Zhen’s personality at the beginning, she is the only beam of sunshine in his life.

An'er, let me be selfish for a while, I want to regain this unforgettable feeling of happiness...even though the other person is the woman who killed you.

"Then what should I call you?"

"Anything is OK." Duanmu Yan fantasized her as An Zhen's face, with deep eyes as affectionate as water, "An'er, I'll play the piano for you."

Luo Qianyun looked at him in surprise. He never told her that he could play the piano. She thought that even Zhao Lansheng might not know.

Perhaps, he would only play An Zhen.

Duanmu Yan raised his blue robe, making his body look tall and slender. He stretched out his white fingers with distinct joints and gently teased the strings, and a beautiful sound came from him.

Gentle and a little joyful.

Luo Qianyun looked at the shockingly handsome man and was stunned for a moment.

This kind of look must be only for An Zhen.

Back then, she looked at the scene of Duanmu Yan and An Zhen in pairs, but just stood silently, happy for An Zhen, and envied her for being with her unswerving lover; but there was nothing beside her.
Chapter completed!