Luo Qing Chen was surrounded by colourful butterflies that would sometimes land on the strings of the guzheng or land in her long hair.
The crowd was amazed, they had never seen this scene in their lives before.
âThis is simply an immortalâs land, the Luo Familyâs second miss is too powerfulâŚâŚâ
âItâs no wonder that she could become the one the crown prince loves, itâs simply a match in heaven.â
âIâve met that Luo Family young miss many times before, she really doesnât have any rhythm. Iâm afraid that this really is her little sister.â
âWhat perhaps, I can guarantee with my head that this definitely is her little sister.â
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Rong Mu Ling sitting in the banquet hall looked at the calm Luo Qing Chen with a look of shock on his face. There were countless butterflies around her and the scent of flowers in the air became even stronger.
She just casually sat there and received the gaze of countless people, looking that dazzling.
He had never felt that she was this dazzling before, but she was so dazzling today that he couldnât bear to look away.
He had always thought that the most special person in the world was Lan Ling Qian, he felt that she was different from other girls from the first day he met her.
There was a bit of toughness, she was more domineering than the normal weak and gentle girls.
But now when he saw Luo Qing Chen, he suddenly realized that the aura she gave off was one that Lan Ling Qian couldnât compare to.
Perhaps it was her own aura orâŚâŚ
That man had been standing behind her the entire time with eyes that were filled with gentleness and doting.
Rong Mu Ling felt his heart crack as it sank, sank, sank into the bottomless abyss.
It was like the song that she sang, it was all like a dream and after waking up, it was like falling off a cliff and disappearing into nothing.
He knew that this song was her last song to him. Goodbye from now on, the world was wide.
But in his heart, there was an indescribable feeling.
He gave a sigh and muttered, âSo your playing was that good.â
âThisâŚâŚThis is Qing Chen?â Rong Sen was in disbelief after he heard his sonâs words, âIt doesnât feel like it.â
âItâs herâŚâŚâ He took a deep breath and laughed at himself, âPerhaps she was too hurt that she changed!â
Becoming calm and indifferent, becoming dazzling, becomingâŚ..not in love with him anymore.
There was a trace of happiness in his heart at that moment.
If all of this could be repeated, if he could say a few words to her face to face.
Perhaps he would tell her what he was thinking at this moment.
But he knew that he didnât have this chance.
âYouâŚâŚYouâŚâŚâ Lan Ling Qianâs face became even more pale as her wide eyes filled with disbelief.
She knew that Luo Qing Chen had no rhythm and it was because she didnât that in the past, she would stand awkwardly on the side when she saw her playing the pipa for Rong Mu Ling.
But this song had been played with her own hands.
âThen your life will be handed over to me?â Luo Qing Chen revealed a smile, but her eyes were ice cold, even having a trace of killing intent.
For her, most of the previous hostâs sadness was caused by Lan Ling Qian.
If she didnât frame her, it was fine if she lived a lonely life in the Rong Manor.