Ye Ranran chose to be obedient: "Mm."
"You’ve promised countless tis, but you never learn from your mistakes. To make sure you rember, you’ll have to stay here for a month and not go anywhere."
Ye Ranran doubted her own hearing: "What did you say?"
He quickly told her that there was a problem with her ears.
"You’ll spend this month here detoxing. If you really get bored, you can have Fan Rou co over to keep you company, or you can go online."
Anyway, you can do whatever you want, just don’t set foot outside of here.
Ye Ranran wilted: "Can we negotiate?" Jun Mochan looked at her with a faint smile: "What do you think?"
Ye Ranran lowered her head: "No, we can’t."
"Good girl."
And so, that led to the events of today.
Luo Qi: "..." Why does she feel that Jun Mochan is doing the right thing? It must be an illusion, definitely an illusion.
"Hahaha, Ranran, I suddenly rembered I have sothing to do. I won’t keep you any longer; you rest well and get better. If you really get bored, you can always work on so design drafts or sothing."
Having said that, without waiting for Ye Ranran to reply, she hung up first.
Ye Ranran: "..." She actually abandoned her too.
"We now bring you a news bulletin. On the evening of the 15th this month, a major case of antique smuggling was cracked. A total of 150 related personnel were arrested, and 300 cultural relics were seized, including ancient porcelain and bronze horses and other valuable artifacts. The case has drawn the attention of national leaders..."
Watching the news, the gloom in Ye Ranran’s heart suddenly swept away.
No matter what, her efforts had paid off, and she had contributed to the success.
After watching the news, Ye Ranran felt even more bored, and she considered picking up the pen she hadn’t touched in a long ti.
She’d been wanting to draw recently, but she was too restless and lacking any inspiration.
Ye Ranran tried to calm herself down, looking at the ground covered in fallen leaves and flowers; she picked up a broom.
"What is the madam planning to do?" Number Four hurried to stop her.
"Number Four, when is One coming back?" Ye Ranran looked directly at Number Four.
Number Four shook his head: "You’ll have to ask the young master about that."
If the young master allows him to return, he can co back; if the young master doesn’t allow it, he can never co back.
"I’m planning to sweep up the fallen leaves on the ground."
"Let do it." Number Four grabbed the broom from Ye Ranran’s hands.
Actually, soone swept every day, but as the autumn wind grew stronger, the fallen leaves covered the ground again in no ti.
Ye Ranran stood under the ginkgo tree, the wild wind howling, ssing up her hair, the branches swaying, leaves rustling down.
The ground that had just been swept clean was covered by leaves again, and seeing Number Four’s helpless expression, Ye Ranran’s lips curved into a faint smile.
Underneath the golden ginkgo tree, stood a slender woman with a smile in her eyes, petals blown by the wind at her feet, and her hair fluttering freely, alone and desolate.
Jun Mochan walked over briskly, taking off his coat and draping it over her: "Why are you out in the wind again?"
"So I’m supposed to lie around inside all day, eating and waiting for death?"
"Then you should wear more clothes, what if you catch a cold?"
Ye Ranran looked down at herself, was she wearing too little? She had even put on a thick sweater, and that still wasn’t enough? Did she need to wear a down jacket?
"Co on, I’ll walk with you." Jun Mochan took Ye Ranran’s hand.
Ye Ranran was of course only too happy to accept, after a few steps she seed to think of sothing, ran to the doorway, and picked up two watering cans.
"Here, let’s go water the flowers."
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