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Chapter 285 I feel distressed, admired, and appreciated for him

So Song Yihuan apologized immediately.

Chu Shuolan watched Song Yihuan sitting at the farthest place from him, apologizing as soon as he got into the carriage, and did not rush to explain the reason.

This can't help but make him feel better.

But the other party seems to be too far away from him.

Chu Shuolan's lips moved, "Come here."

"Ok?"

Song Yihuan was still trying to drive away the cold air on her body, and felt guilty in her heart.

Hearing Chu Shuolan's words, a confused expression appeared on his face.

"Sit down." Chu Shuolan repeated the words again.

Song Yihuan waved her hand: "No, I feel cold."

This also explains why she sits so far away.

Her words made Chu Shuolan's eyes flicker as he looked over.

"Young master, are you going back to the residence?"

Long San's inquiry sounded from outside the carriage.

"Go home."

A cold and flat voice sounded from inside the carriage.

Long San immediately sat in front of the carriage, pulled the reins to turn around, and returned the way he had traveled.

Long Wu and the others followed behind.

In the carriage, Chu Shuolan looked at Song Yihuan for a while, then said again: "Sit here, it's warm here."

It was the third time he had spoken and said the same words.

Song Yihuan was not someone who didn't know good and bad, so she got up and walked towards Chu Shuolan.

There was a small table in the center of the carriage, and when she approached, she realized what the other party meant by saying that this side is warm.

She sat beside Chu Shuolan, looking at the small table in front of her, it was a small table with exquisite workmanship.

There is a basin of charcoal inside the table, the charcoal fire is burning red, just looking at it makes people feel warm.

As soon as Song Yihuan sat down, Chu Shuolan reached out to touch her little hand.

Feeling the warmth and coolness, he said softly: "Hands are so cold, where is the hand warmer I brought you when I left the house?"

"It seems to be at Long Wu's place."

Song Yihuan thought for a while and said.

She remembered that when she left, she saw Long Wu holding a hand warmer in his hand, which was the one she put on the table when she was eating melon seeds.

Chu Shuolan responded lightly to express his understanding, but he did not let go of Song Yihuan's hand.

The person who had been waiting all night was now seen, and the previous low mood was relieved, and Chu Shuolan felt a little tired physically.

He took Song Yihuan's hand, slowly leaned aside and closed his eyes.

Even in the dimly lit carriage, Song Yihuan could still see that his face was pale.

When he left at noon, Chu Shuolan's complexion was not bad, but now his eyes turned pale, and even the strength to hold her hand was not as strong as last night.

She raised her eyes and stared at Chu Shuolan's tightly closed eyes, with a look of distress in her eyes.

Why did this boy come to pick her up?

Song Yihuan would never believe that he liked her.

After reading the book "Sheng Shimou", she can be said to have watched Chu Shuolan grow up, and she understands how cold, hard, and difficult to break his heart.

Whether it's his elegant and elegant side, or his cruel methods of being forced to blacken, Song Yihuan can't feel any disgust.

What she has is distress, admiration, and appreciation for him.

The 16-year-old boy has never lost himself in everything he faced. It was only when he implicated the people around him and was driven to a desperate situation that he used his own means to eliminate those who were unfavorable to him.

Although cruel, this is the law of the jungle, if he doesn't fight back, he will die.

Song Yihuan shook Chu Shuolan's hand back and held her hand, thinking of what she had said to Song Nuoyan, she pursed her lips and smiled softly.

(End of this chapter)