The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

The clerk looked at Huo Baiyuan strangely: "Sir?"

Qin Miao probably guessed Huo Baiyuan's thoughts, and asked the clerk: "Some time ago, a woman died in your store."

When the clerk heard this, his face instantly changed, and he said in a panic, "That person...I found it..."

"Where was she sitting, do you know?"

"Yes, just sit there." The clerk pointed to the corner.

Huo Baiyuan turned his head and took a look, then walked over.

When she came to the seat, the clerk pointed to a chair in the back and said: "At that time, she was sitting here, looking at the door constantly. She should be waiting for someone. I saw that she waited for an hour. Gradually, she I was lying on the table. I saw that she hadn't moved for a long time, so I walked over and wanted to ask her about her situation. Who knows, she has already..."

Looking back on the situation at that time, the clerk still feels lingering fears.

Huo Baiyuan pulled the chair away and sat down. No matter how she imagined she was sitting here and waiting for him, she couldn't imagine how she died silently and without warning.

However, this location happens to be facing the door of the dessert shop, and people who enter the door can be seen for the first time.

Huo Baiyuan sat in the position and glanced left and right. Suddenly, his eyes condensed. He noticed that a line of fine print was engraved on the lower left corner of the table.

He lowered his head and looked carefully, and suddenly saw that the line was Huo Baiyuan's love forever...Ashu.

A book?

Song Lishu?

Huo Baiyuan's pupils shook, and one hand subconsciously grasped the corner of the table, staring at the line of small characters in amazement, doubting whether there was a problem with his eyes.

This line of inconspicuous small print does not seem to be newly engraved, but has been around for a while.

Is this Song Lishu carved here?

Do not!

Huo Baiyuan looked more and more wrong.

This is obviously his handwriting, and it retains his unique habit.

Could it be...he carved it?

Do not! how can that be? Go crazy!

Huo Baiyuan stood up abruptly, and the chair behind him fell to the ground with a bang. The loud noise broke the silence in the dessert shop, and the other guests turned their heads and looked here.

Qin Miao saw that Huo Baiyuan's face was a little ugly, and there was a trace of confusion and panic in his eyes, and asked, "Master, what's the matter with you?"

Huo Baiyuan didn't say anything, he left this position and walked towards the door.

When he rushed out of the dessert shop, Huo Baiyuan pulled the door and got into the car. He leaned on the seat, feeling upset and holding something in his chest. It almost made him breathless, and his mind was full of those small prints.

Huo Baiyuan loves Ah Shu forever.

Do not! It would not have been carved by him, otherwise, how could he not even have an impression at all, and... he hates Song Lishu so much, how could he carve such a small line on the table of the dessert shop at home.

Love?

How could he have love for Song Lishu?

Qin Miao sat in the driver's seat, looked back at Huo Baiyuan in the back row, and asked, "Master, are you okay?"

Huo Baiyuan closed his eyes and rubbed his irritated eyebrows, even his voice filled with dryness.

"go back."

Qin Miao stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Back at Huo's house, Huo Baiyuan got off the car and went upstairs. When he passed Song Lishu's room, he suddenly stopped, staring at the closed door panel in front of him. He slowly raised a hand and opened the door.

The room was empty, even a bed was covered with house dust, and everything about her had been cleaned up.