The next day.

Pu Lanbin still came to the door with something to apologize.

The servant did not pick up the things and told him directly, "Mr. Pu, you don't have to come again in the future, our wife will not see you."

"Please take this thing." Pu Lanbin wanted to stuff the thing into his hands, but he avoided it. "My wife ordered that no matter what is related to Lord Pu, he was allowed to enter the mansion."

"Don't make things difficult for the younger ones." The servant said with a embarrassed look on his face.

"Okay, I understand." Pu Lanbin agreed, left the door, walked around the back door, and threw the thing in the side of the wall.

Pu Lanbin stood on tiptoe and looked around before leaving.

After a while, a maid passing by saw it, picked up the things and gave them to Yang Huilan.

"Madam, this is what I picked up at the back door. It seems that Lord Pu threw it in."

"Take it out." Yang Huilan's eyes were slightly red and swollen. She glanced at it and said coldly.

"Yes." The maid quickly took out the things.

It's night.

Yang Huilan stood alone in front of the window, looking at the bright moonlight, and her heart was filled with thoughts.

She stood for a long time, holding a hairpin in her hand. She lowered her eyes and looked at it for a while, rubbed her fingertips gently, her eyes full of reluctance.

Yang Huilan raised her head high, stopped the mist in her eyes, and threw the hairpin out of the window with her heart.

The hairpin fell to the ground, and the pearls on it shattered, just like her.

The next day.

Pu Lanbin continued to deliver things to Yang Huilan as usual, but was called by Pu's mother as soon as she was about to go out.

"Son, where are you going?"

"Go to Yang's Mansion." Pu Lanbin did not hide it.

"Why are you going to Yang Mansion every day? What's the good thing about this Yang Mansion?" Pu's mother felt sorry for her son. She had heard that Yang Huilan refused to see him, so she gave her a gift of apology every day to make her happy.

"Mom, I did something wrong. I am making up for it now. I will not marry her in this life." Pu Lanbin's eyes were firm and his tone was determined.

Pu's mother was mixed with feelings and didn't know what to say, and she watched him leave.

She frowned, was it me wrong?

"My son is quite like my demeanor." Pu's father smiled with relief.

Pu's mother glared at him, "My son is really as stubborn as you."

"This is persistence." Pu's father corrected her words.

Pu's mother was upset and too lazy to argue with him.

Pu Lanbin came to the door again, but was still turned away.

He still threw the things into the mansion in the old way, but saw yesterday's gift in the corner outside the back door.

He picked it up, frowned, and refused to even accept the things. Do you really refuse to forgive me?

Pu Lanbin didn't understand why she was holding on to her.

In the next two days, he still tried his best to give gifts every day, and even tried his best to make her happy, but there was no response.

His things were thrown out ruthlessly.

Pu Lanbin went to the medical hall dejectedly, intending to ask Zhao Jiner for help.

"Miss Zhao."
Chapter completed!