Chapter 925
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On the path outside the cafeteria.
Dao Xuan looked nervously at the beautiful monk in front of him, he swallowed, "Yan … Yan Fan shixiong?"
Yan Fan raised his long eyelashes, his dark blue pupils cold and strange, "… Where is Her Highness who was with you before?"
"Her Highness?" Dao Xuan paused slightly, then he scratched his bald head, "Is it Her Highness the third princess?"
"… En." Yan Fan nodded lightly.
Dao Xuan smiled, "Her Highness left yesterday, she should have arrived in the capital today."
Yan Fan's fingertips paused, "…"
His vision suddenly turned black, and his ink-blue eyes lost focus for a moment.
In that instant, it was as if something had collapsed and left him.
The little monk in front of him was still smiling emotionally, "I have only heard of Her Highness' fame before, at that time I thought Her Highness was a big and strong woman, I didn't expect her body to be even thinner than us."
"Her Highness sacrificed herself for the country, galloping on the battlefield. It is really rare to be able to calm down and accompany Buddha in such a boring temple. Ai … I guess Her Highness will never come to this Sanyin Temple again? "As he spoke, the little monk's voice was a little regretful.
"…"
Dao Xuan's voice suddenly became very surprised, "Yan Fan shixiong? Yan Fan shixiong, what happened to you? "
"… What?"
Dao Xuan looked at Yan Fan with confusion, he pointed at Yan Fan, hesitantly saying, "Yan Fan shixiong … You, why are your eyes red?"
Yan Fan's eyelashes trembled, he lowered his long eyelashes to cover the red at the corner of his eyes, his Adam's apple rolling, "I'm fine … You will go eat."
"Oh, oh …" Dao Xuan looked hesitantly at Yan Fan, "Yan Fan shixiong, you are not going to eat?"
Yan Fan turned his head away. His delicate and beautiful face was very calm. "… I don't need it."
Dao Xuan took a few glances at Yan Fan but couldn't find any clues. He nodded and left.
After Dao Xuan left, Yan Fan's body seemed to have been sucked dry in an instant. He staggered and leaned against a ginkgo tree.
She, she left …
Just yesterday …
No wonder she asked him if he was willing to go with her yesterday.
The capital … should be very far away. She had only come here to alleviate the evil in her body and to cultivate her mind. Since she had left, she wouldn't come back, right?
He wasn't willing, so she didn't want it either. Even her departure was so silent.
Yan Fan slowly opened his eyes. His usually calm eyes seemed to be filled with sorrow.
The cinnabar mole between the beauty's eyebrows had dimmed significantly, as if it had been tainted with grief along with its owner.
He leaned there, stiff and bewildered. His long eyelashes trembled as he looked at the dark sky. There wasn't a single shining star in the sky.
Suddenly, he was as lost as a child who couldn't find his home.
…
…
Yan Fan returned to his own meditation room. It was already late and the tea on the table had turned cold.
He stood there, looking down at the neatly arranged pastries on the table.
After a while, Yan Fan sighed. He walked forward, picked up a plate of cream cake and walked into the meditation room.
Yan Fan placed the plate of cream cake on the table beside him. He turned around and lit the candles in the room.
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