Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Yun Si opened the door and went in.

The maid immediately helped to close the door.

Yun Si's nose suddenly moved.

The next second, the calmness on her face broke slightly.

The vague smell in the air made her finally have the patience to find out, and she suddenly glanced inside.

The originally slow pace suddenly sped up, and he came to the center of the room.

In the room, the light was slightly dim.

The hanging crystal lamp only gave off a faint light, as if it was in night mode.

The room is very large and spacious. Under the dim light, everything can be seen clearly, but it also adds a bit of inexplicable haziness.

Yun Si looked at the closed curtains.

It was connected to the balcony, and there was wind on the balcony. The wind blew the light curtains, opened a corner, and then quickly fell down.

There was silence in the room.

No one but herself.

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Yun Si rubbed her nose and frowned slightly.

The tip of his nose moved silently, as if he was carefully identifying something.

Although there is no one here, perhaps because he has lived here for a long time, some of the aura of his soul still remains here.

Yun Si's eyes immediately glanced at the neatly made big bed.

After staring at it for a while, she walked over, picked up the pillow, put it in front of her nose and smelled it.

Just like a puppy, his face is expressionless.

After a few seconds, she put down the pillow and looked at the red notebook on the bedside table.

It was also a brand-new marriage certificate. The gilt words on it seemed to be holding a huge weight. They were pressed tightly, making it difficult to see the contents clearly.

Yun Si picked it up and stared silently at the three big characters on the marriage certificate, then looked at the pillows on the bed.

Opening it slowly, there were only two pages inside.

Holder, date of registration.

There are also computer-generated wedding photos.

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At this moment, Yun Si's rejection words that she had already thought of in her heart seemed to be stuck in her throat, and she couldn't even say a word.

My current mood is full of mixed emotions, as if a condiment bottle has been knocked over. I can't tell whether I should laugh or feel helpless.

She stared at the computer-generated photo, her fingertips slightly covered it and rubbed it.

After looking at it for a long time, his eyes softened slightly and the corners of his lips rose a little.

Visible to the naked eye, the mood seems to be happy.

She looked at the photo and closed the ID.

Put it back in its original position and arrange the pillows neatly.

She looked around and walked around casually.

He just looked at it, but nothing moved.

Everything in the room was neat and tidy, as if no one had ever lived there.

But Yun Si was completely used to it.

Because if the target is really him, then everything seems to make sense.

after all

Probably only he has such perverted obsessive-compulsive disorder.

She walked toward the cloakroom, crossed her arms, and looked up inside.

After watching for a while, nothing moved, so he turned around and left.

Quietly, inexplicably calm.

After leaving the room door, the maid was still waiting.

Yun Si glanced at her and said, "Mr. Huo is not inside."

The maid seemed to know about this and replied softly, "How about you wait a moment, Miss Yun? I think Mr. Huo will be back soon."

Yun Si didn't answer, closed the door of the room and asked, "Is this really where Mr. Huo lives? Are you sure?"

The maid was stunned, as if she didn't understand why she asked.