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Chapter 7 of the text There are still several people in this world who think of her like this (1).
On a long cold night, Lan Zhi had a long talk with her third aunt. She told all the facts she knew, and the third aunt listened, and the slender moth eyebrows carefully drawn were slightly wrinkled.
"It prick the hand, know about LAN ..." She held out her hand to hold Lan's hand. "I tell you, Zhang Kaishan is buhaore, he has soldiers in his hand, and he is cunning and malicious. If they fall into his hands, they will die. That Ye Huaiyan, you ... "
"Third Aunt," Lan Zhi hesitated, "I don't know what to do."
"Then listen to me, come back with me and leave it alone." Third aunt's face is a rare decision. Seeing that Lan Zhi was embarrassed, she added, "Even if you don't care about your family ... how did he treat you this time? After all, you are the daughter of his enemy. After so many years, can he still have a little heart on you? "
That's right. You know, even without hatred, time is enough to wash away all the once strong feelings.
It just might be embarrassing. Lan Zhi knew that in her deepest heart, what happened in Mo's home three years ago could not offset her feelings for Ye Huaiyan.
At least she must admit it. ...