The two of them entered through the back door of Lin's mansion, and they were speechless all the way. Maybe they were still in the embarrassment just now. Compared to Song Jingran, Shuangmuzi seemed to be a little calmer, but she felt that they seemed to be destined in the dark.

In the past, it was late at night. Although it was already twilight, this was the first time in more than ten years that she had seen the desolation in the Lin Mansion. The weeds were reborn and the tiles were broken. Everything was already beyond recognition. She felt a soreness in her nose, but she still held back her tears;

Before the dusk, she walked around the mansion, and finally chose the "Qingpin Garden" where she once lived. After all, there are everything she is familiar with, and the direction is relatively hidden, which is not easy for people to notice;

The reason why it is hidden is that it is only for people outside the mansion. Qingpin Garden is located in the middle of the forest mansion. This is also a treasure land on the mansion. In front is the front yard and the main hall, behind is the back yard for people who are visiting the mansion, on the left is the residence of the mansion, and on the right are the residences of the mansion and other mailrooms, including the residences of the mansion. Therefore, Qingpin Garden has the upper hand at this time. Even if there is a light or movement inside, it will be difficult for people outside the mansion to notice.

When Shuang Muzi returned to Qingpin Garden, Song Jingran had already cleaned up the house briefly and found an old lamp from the past. Although it was not very bright, it was just suitable for hiding. He just cleaned up the bed and table, but it was already very good for a man to do this;

Shuang Muzi fed some water by herself and wiped the room. Her breath felt much more comfortable. A pack of things on the table attracted her attention. When she opened it, she found that it was not that Song Jingran was slow to clean up, but that he went out to prepare some simple dry food and some toiletries, and a layer of sweetness quietly surged in his heart.

Song Jingran held a thin quilt and placed it on the bed, walked up to Shuang Muzi and said, "Let's just go tonight. The table is the pastry I just bought, eat it while it's hot." After that, he walked out.

"Hey..." Shuang Muzi said helplessly, "Are you leaving?"

Although the Lin Mansion is her home, it has not been inhabited for several years. Moreover, the scene of the Lin Mansion being brutally killed is vivid in my mind. Suddenly, the white figure of her was also seen, which made her shudder.

"I can leave later." Song Jingran seemed to notice Shuang Muzi's timidity. Thinking about it, it was really difficult for her to be deserted in the huge mansion, and he was not willing to stay with him diligently, after all, there was a period of time.

"Can you not leave?" Shuang Muzi blurted out. She was only afraid now and had no mind to think about something else.

Song Jingran's heart skipped a beat. This word of retention was comparable to any love word. "Stay" meant too much. He only knew that she needed him now.

"Go to bed early." Song Jingran left his words and walked outside the house. For Shuang Muzi, this should have been agreed.

With a peaceful heart, I ate some pastries. As a result of the day's running, fatigue came. I walked towards the bed to prepare for a break early. Perhaps it was too quiet, and that little fear surged in my heart again;

Song Jingran has not appeared since she left. Did she stay outside or left? Shuang Muzi thought of this and walked out of the house. In addition to the little light reflected from the house, it was pitch black. Shuang Muzi's timid mentality became a little heavier. It seemed that Song Jingran had not yet appeared again, so she shouted softly, "Song Jingran..."

With no one answered, Shuang Muzi raised the volume a little and shouted, "Song Jingran... Are you still here?"

No one answered, and his voice seemed to echo in the quiet night sky. In his heart, she was still so unimportant. Even an ordinary friend shouldn't leave him alone. Besides, she was still begging him so much. Shuangmuzi groped carefully with a lost heart, and suddenly bumped into a hard object and screamed in frightened 'Ah...'

As soon as he pronounced, he was covered by a big palm. He only heard the familiar voice of "Shh... It's me." He felt a hint of heat again, and he also vaguely saw Song Jingran's outline, and said excitedly, "Where have you been?"

"I'll go home and say something." Because she was too close, Song Jingran's voice blew on her face, and she realized that she was still in Song Jingran's arms, and she moved her body out awkwardly, but she felt even more disappointed. He still cared so much about Yu Zixia.

"Why are you not sleeping yet? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Song Jingran did not realize that his words were wrong. Instead, Shuang Muzi stood still, which made him a little confused.

Shuang Muzi shook her head. Although she didn't know if Song Jingran could see it, she then walked into the house and lay on the bed where she had slept, thinking about the past, and along the way, she was only herself. When she thought of the child in her belly, she looked out of the house consciously, and fell asleep with a trace of desolate smile.

Song Jingran sat abnormally, swaying on the swing outside the house. He was curious about the girl's toys, just a rope hanging on a wooden board, which seemed not so novel. Looking at the dark night sky, he was wandering leisurely. Gradually, he seemed to have an indescribable ending, which was a kind of uneasy and a kind of loss. Could it be that this was the feeling on the swing, floating! He was confused.

In the summer night sky, a breeze blows through is a very comfortable and cool feeling. However, this breeze also blew out the only light in the garden. Frost Muzi was sleeping soundly, whether she felt the comfort of the breeze or the extinguishing of the light, she subconsciously trembled her eyelashes. Suddenly, a white shadow floated by in front of her eyes or in her mind. She only heard "Ah..." Because of her clumsiness, she was just curled in a corner;

When Song Jingran heard the sound, he hurried over there. Although there was no light, he still arrived at the edge of the bed accurately and asked nervously and anxiously, "What's wrong?"

Shuang Muzi panicked again when she heard the sound, "There is a ghost, don't touch me, don't touch me."

Song Jingran grabbed Shuang Muzi's hands, hugged her in her arms, and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid of Xuan'er, it's me, brother Ran."

Shuang Muzi then relaxed his tense nerves a little, hugged Song Jingran, and said in a choked voice, "Brother Ran, I saw the man in white again, he was right in front of me, but..."

She didn't know what to say, it was like an illusion every time, but it was so real.

"Okay, Xuan'er, it's just a nightmare, don't be afraid, it's okay." Song Jingran still comforted softly. He always thought that Shuang Muzi's words were a fiction, but why did he always stay in the Lin Mansion and Shuang Muzi see them every time? Is it a coincidence?

"No, it's true." Shuang Muzi looked at Song Jingran, although she couldn't see him.

"Okay, okay, let's sleep for a while." Song Jingran gently patted Shuang Muzi's back, trying to coax her like a child, hoping that it was just her nightmare.

Under Song Jingran's comfort, Shuang Muzi slowly fell asleep. When she woke up again, Song Jingran's figure was no longer there and it was bright;

She dragged her tired body and walked to the garden. She did not find Song Jingran. The table in the room had already prepared a warm breakfast. Thinking that Song Jingran had prepared everything and had something to do, after all, Gao Jin was indispensable to his help;
Chapter completed!