Gently pushing open the window, the boundless starry sky spread out like a huge picture in front of her. Lin Xiu sat by the window, a pot of wine was warming in the stove on the small table in front of her, gurgling and waiting for guests.
She didn't light the lights, and the starry sky tonight seemed to be extraordinarily brilliant. The stars and rivers in the sky were bright and bright, and the dust was not stained.
When Luo Lin stepped into Linfeng Mansion, what he saw was such a picture of the quiet years.
Under the starlight, his wife sat quietly by the window. Seeing him come back, she poured him a glass of wine that had already been heated in front of him: "After a busy day, senior brother must be very tired. Drink a glass of wine to warm up your body."
Luo Lin's lips squirmed a few times, and after all, he still dragged his tired body and sat down.
The continuous changes in the past few months seemed to have hit the indifferent water fairy a lot. Linxiu quietly watched her husband, who was once known as the most beautiful man in the Six Realms when she was young. After all, the eldest disciple of Doum Yuanjun can't resist the passage of time and old age. From a short distance, she can even clearly see a few white hairs on his sideburns.
At first he drank without a word, Linxiu was waiting for him to speak, but after he drank a glass, he saw no one added it to him, so he simply took the wine stove on the stove and poured it cup after cup.
He was a little drunk, so drunk that he almost forgot the conversation with the Heavenly Emperor before, so drunk that he couldn't remember the righteous indignation of the master when he was questioned by the flower realm, so that he could continue to deceive himself, the white moonlight in his heart had never betrayed him, Jin Mi, who he cared about in his heart, was his justifiable daughter.
Lin Xiu picked up half a glass of wine, sat on the other side of the small table, and quietly dragged the man in front of her who was silently venting his distress back to reality: "This jar of flower sculptures was buried when Xiaomiao went down to earth, and it is already nearly a thousand years old. Although it is not like the osmanthus wine that senior brother likes, it is really unfortunate that the child's hard work has been so abused by senior brother now."
Luo Lin paused when she heard the words, but the pot of wine had already bottomed out. She smiled awkwardly and bitterly in Linxiu's regretful eyes: "Xiaomiao never told me."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and twirled the wine glass in his hand, muttering to himself: "She has always been so sensible. After all these years, it is our elders who owe them.
No woman can really be generous enough to accept a child born to her husband and another woman. He owed Linxiu's mother and daughter for so many years for Zifen. Linxiu chose to turn a blind eye after knowing Jin Mi's true life experience and let her step by step Fall into the abyss of doom and completely destroy yourself.
"Heh," Linxiu's eyes dimmed for a moment, but soon she turned her head and looked back lightly, and her tone changed from plain to mocking: "Senior brother, there is no need to feel guilty, Xiaomiao Since I knew that you only love to drink osmanthus brewing, I never thought about making wine for you again. The owner of these fine wines has always been only me."
"Linxiu..." Luo Lin stood up and drank a pot of wine, which made his face a little tired and drunk, "I know you blame me, but there is no evidence for that matter, and Vulcan and Xiaomiao have never had any holiday, and the person who hurt her may not be him. When Xiaomiao wakes up, all the truth will come out."
Lin Xiu pursed her lips in confusion: "Senior brother can really see through anything, so I don't know, what are you going to do with Jin Mi now, do you really want to follow the will of the Heavenly Emperor and let her be the princess of the heavenly world?"
Luo Lin staggered for a moment, and his mind was dazed. The sadness, anger, humiliation, and decadence of learning the truth seemed to be doused by the gradually rising drunkenness at this moment, and all kinds of feelings in his heart were intertwined. However, Linxiu's words forced him to face this cruel and ridiculous fact painfully: "After all, I owe Zifen, and I still have to respect Wuer's opinion on this matter."
Luo Lin couldn't wait to rush to Luo Xiang Mansion that night, and he couldn't even wait to find out that his unconscious daughter who was sleeping in the room finally woke up, and naturally he didn't hear it. Under the vast and boundless night sky, bathed in hazy light and shadow, Linxiu whispered in a low voice: "How much you owe her, my heart is so clear, but how much you owe me, I don't care after all."