"Purple Butterfly, it's really disappointing!" Huodie shouted angrily at the tight door that was closed. Seeing that there was no reaction inside, she angrily flipped down the window and flipped onto the branches below.

You can see the scene outside the wall well from the branches. As Huo Butterfly expected, a purple-haired man with a silver mask stood by the wall. Master, I really like the purple butterfly more.

"Master..." The fire butterfly jumped gently from the tree.

"Well, failed?" Die Yuan made an assertion without raising his head.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Huo Die's head lowered even further, and tears were about to gush out.

"It's okay." The purple-haired man raised his masked face and looked at the room where the curtains were tightly pulled. Zidie, are you really not going to come back? Forget it, let her.

Nalan Ji room.

All the maids walked out in shame under Nalanji's expulsion. No matter who knocked on the door, Nalanji did not open the door. She didn't know how to face anyone with the identity of Zidie.

Nalan Ji curled up quietly in the corner of the wall, her long purple hair scattered on the ground, and her purple eyes were not at all wafty. The white wool blanket under her feet was also cold, and the curtains were tightly pulled so that there was no trace of sunshine.

"Miss Nalan? Miss Nalan?" Another maid knocked on the door.

After knocking for a while, Nalan Ji did not answer her, so the maid had to take the food to heat it up again.

"Miss." After a few minutes of leaving, the maid knocked on the door again. The sound was Uncle Wang! Nalan Ji moved a little, but still did not open the door. Uncle Wang outside the door sighed and stood there and started to speak, "I watched the lady grow up, so I knew what the lady was thinking. When the lady appeared as Miss Nalan, the master did not recognize you. The old slave could see it with his face. Whether it was his expression or movement, even if his appearance changed, he was still the original lady."

After a while, the voice sounded again, "I don't understand what you are doing, but I have followed the master and lady for the rest of my life. I'll just listen to me once. Come out, hiding in it is not a solution after all. Although I don't know what the lady has encountered, the matter will always be solved... I'm here to say, take care of myself." Heavy footsteps came from outside the door, and the distance went further and eventually became silent.

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Today I suddenly wanted to say something off topic because I was really helpless.

I don’t know why, ideals can’t stand the wasted time. Looking back, dreams have long been put on unrealistic and future-proof cards, and the yellowed memories have long dissipated with time.

A scene that often appears in dreams is that in an alley filled with ancient atmosphere, there is a drizzle in the sky, the sky is always gray, and there is always a small shop in the corner of the street, where a lazy aunt or uncle sweeps the dust in the shop with a feather duster.
Chapter completed!