The young man in white was holding a simple umbrella in his hand and stood quietly under an ancient locust tree in the backyard of the inn.

The silver-white moonlight shone, and the snowflakes were like the apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, falling gently from the branches, on the boy's clean and untainted white shirt.

The apricot blossoms blow all over my head in spring, and who is the boy who is so romantic?

When Lin Zhaoyan walked slowly, he saw this scene and said this sentence appeared in his mind.

Although it is not spring now, and the soft apricot blossoms falling on the branches are not the ones falling, Lu Yanzhi has a little poetic and picturesque stand there.

Lu Yanzhi also saw her appear, and his eyes turned to her, and a little bit of light appeared in his dark eyes, which was invisible, but could not be ignored.

Lin Zhaoyan was stared at by him like this, and he coughed before slowly walking forward, "Thank you."

Thank you for coming out to see her when their relationship is so broken.

"No." Lu Yanzhi bent his lips, his face as gentle as ever.

He turned his hands and took out something from his sleeve and handed it to Lin Zhaoyan.

It's the hairpin just now.

The silver hairpin was lying on his clean and white hands, and the snowflakes were gently falling, and the moonlight was bright, emitting a slight dazzling light.

Lin Zhaoyan reached out to take it, her heart tangled like a vine. Faced with Lu Yanzhi's calm appearance, she felt a little guilty in her heart, and she didn't know how to speak.

"What do you want me to do?" The gentle and indifferent voice seemed to have been sure that Lin Zhaoyan called him to ask for something.

He was so frank and calm, and Lin Zhaoyan didn't want to be guilty and pretentious. She called him out, because she was asking for something, right?

So she also raised her eyes and looked at him and spoke word by word: "Cooperate with me and help me get rid of Zhou Tingchen."

The sound was not small and not loud, and even a little gentle and indifferent, like the spring breeze blowing from the lake in spring, floating gently with the falling snow.
Chapter completed!