Heroine: I’m really not a green tea man

He Yi felt that it was necessary for him to establish his presence with Luo Yan.

After all, making green tea is the most important thing.

He picked up the brush and a eloquent letter came out.

The general content of the letter is what I told Sikong Hua about what I saw and heard.

Later, Luo Yan was asked to take care of herself. There was a lot of nonsense, and there was a lot of missing her hidden in it.

He Yi nodded with satisfaction. He thought he should write a letter to Luo Yan every two to three days?

Who gives himself the privilege? He is not an ordinary assassin in Yanluo Cult.

Having privileges means convenience, He Yi nodded secretly.

This can not only increase the sense of presence, but also make the character of himself, who only sees Luo Yan, come alive.

Will green tea be worth having at your fingertips then?

Thinking of this, He Yi picked up the pen again and continued writing.

Until the sky gradually darkens.

"Grumbling..."

His stomach protested, and He Yicai stopped writing and rubbed his stomach.

……

Yanluo religion.

When Luo Yan saw He Yi's letter, she dismissed it and wanted to burn it directly.

But the fragrance on the envelope that belonged only to He Yi made her open the letter by mistake.

What caught his eye was He Yi's words filled with deep concern.

"Sister, it's like seeing each other again. How is your health these days?"

"Jun Lian encountered many things..."

Luo Yan looked down and saw what He Yi saw and heard on the road. He said that when he passed by a stall, he thought there was a hairpin that matched her well and wanted to buy it and give it to her.

But when he thought that it was made by someone else, he felt that it was not sincere enough, so he went to study by himself, made a wooden hairpin with his own hands and sent it to Luo Yan.

There was a faint trace of blood on the letter that was not easy to detect, and it carried He Yi's unique fragrance. Luo Yan guessed that He Yi had cut his hand while making a wooden hairpin.

Luo Yan glanced at the wooden hairpin in his hand. Although the carvings on it were not as good as those of the master sculptors, they were still done with care.

Looking at the wooden hairpin, she couldn't help but think of the way He Yi cut his hand while making the wooden hairpin, and the corners of his eyes turned red at the end.

……

the other side.

Shen Ye came to He Yi's tomb wearing a piece of clothing with a slash on the cuffs torn by a sword.

Shen Ye had white hair, her body was as thin as a piece of paper, her eyes were empty, and she seemed to have lost the luster of life. Even her originally delicate face was full of vicissitudes of life.

She stood quietly like this, like a statue that had been sleeping for a thousand years, just waiting for a moment to wake her up.

a long time.

"He Yi...Aye came to see you..."

"Aye is so useless, I ruined the clothes you made for me..."

"He Yi...are you blaming me..."

"...blame me...for ruining the clothes you made for me...you are angry..."

"So when Ah Ye was dreaming... you didn't even want to come to Ah Ye's dream..."

"Aye knows he was wrong..."

"...How about you come and teach Aye a lesson in Aye's dream..."

"He Yi...I miss you so much..."

"Aye really misses you..."

Chen Ye's eyes were filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes, as if there were signs of being possessed.

The wooden talisman, which had not responded for a long time, once again felt cold.

Shan Jian's Wei seemed to be kissing Chen Ye's cheek, just like He Yi was stroking Chen Ye and telling her "she's not angry with A Ye."

"He Yi...you have forgiven me, right..."

Chen Ye stroked the wooden talisman that He Yi left for her, and she kissed the wooden talisman as reverently as she kissed the person she loved most.