Chapter 2075
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As soon as her voice fell, the strings stopped.
Luo Qingchen was surrounded by colorful butterflies. They sometimes landed on the strings of the zither, and sometimes landed on her hair.
Everyone was amazed. They had never seen such a scene in their lives.
"This is simply a fairyland. The second young miss of the Luo Family is really too amazing …"
"No wonder she became the beloved of the crown prince. They are a match made in heaven."
"I've seen the eldest young miss of the Luo Family a few times. I heard that she doesn't know music. I'm afraid this is really her younger sister. "
"What do you mean by 'I'm afraid'? I guarantee with my head that this is definitely her younger sister."
…
Rong Mu Ling, who was sitting in the middle of the seats, looked at the indifferent Luo Qingchen in shock. Countless butterflies fluttered around her, and the fragrance of the flowers in the air became even stronger.
She just sat there casually, receiving the gazes of countless people. That kind of radiance was boundless.
In the past, he had never felt that she was so dazzling. But today, he felt that she was so dazzling that he couldn't bear to look away.
At that time, he had always thought that the most special person in the world was Lan Lingqian. From the first day he met her, he felt that she was different from other girls.
She had a little bit of strength. Compared to the usual gentle and weak girl, she had an extra touch of dominance.
But now, when he saw Luo Qingchen's actions, he suddenly realized that the aura she was emitting was probably something that Lan Lingqian could never compare to.
Maybe it was the aura she was emitting, or maybe it was …
That man stood silently behind him from the beginning to the end. His gaze was filled with gentleness and love.
Rong Mu Ling only felt his heart thumping. It kept sinking, sinking, sinking into an endless abyss.
It was like the song she sang. It was like a dream. After waking up from the dream, he fell off a cliff, disappearing without a trace.
He knew that this song was the last song she would sing to him. From then on, the world was wide.
But in his heart, there was an indescribable feeling.
He sighed softly and murmured, "So you play the zither so well."
"This … Is this Qingchen?" Rong Sen heard his son's words and said in disbelief, "I don't think so."
"It's her …" He took a deep breath and said with a self-deprecating smile, "Maybe she was hurt too badly, so she changed!"
She had become calm and indifferent. She had become radiant. She no longer loved him.
At this moment, there was a trace of hope in his heart.
If, if everything could be redone, if they could still talk face to face.
Perhaps, he would tell her everything that was on his mind right now.
However, he didn't know if he would have such a chance.
"You … You …" Lan Lingqian's face grew paler and paler. Her widened eyes were filled with disbelief.
She knew that Luo Qingchen didn't know how to play music. In the past, because she didn't know how to play music, she often watched her play pipa for Rong Muling and could only stand awkwardly at the side.
But now, such a song was played by her with her own hands.
"Then isn't your life in my hands?" Luo Qing Chen curled her lips into a smile. Her eyes were ice cold and even had a bit of killing intent in them.
To her, the original owner's tragedy was mostly caused by Lan Lingqian.
If she didn't frame her, even if she lived in the Rong manor alone, it would be fine.
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