"Don't worry, if you don't tell me or I don't tell him, he will never know, right?"

Besides, the Yue Ling part of Liu Su's heart has become weaker and weaker. Even if Liu Su gets angry, he will only be angry that she brought Qing Shang here.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xinyou slowly activated the spell and lit the candle in the cellar.

The faint yellow light is like drizzle blown by the wind, spreading to every corner of the house, illuminating the jewelry on the sunken wooden shelves, the rouge box, the various clothes in the wardrobe, the rows of embroidered shoes in the corner, and

There are books and scrolls stacked neatly on the desk.

"Are these things Yue Ling has used before?"

"Yeah, but some are not."

With that said, Jiang Xinyou slowly walked to the desk, her fingertips traced across the scrolls one by one, and finally stopped on a scroll wrapped with a dark green silk rope. She smiled and waved affectionately: "Come and see."

Look, this is it."

"What kind of painting is this?"

Qingshang approached suspiciously, even a little nervous. Jiang Xinyou happened to turn his head and look at her. His eyes were shining brightly, as if he could see into the depths of her soul. Qingshang was so nervous that he wanted to run away.

"This is Yue Ling's portrait. Come and see if I look like her?"

Through the veil, Jiang Xinyou could guess how surprised Qingshang was, but she still smiled lightly and insisted on Qingshang opening the painting to take a look.

"I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of?"

That smiling look seemed to tell Qingshang that after opening the painting, Yue Ling's appearance must be different from Jiang Xinyou's.

But how could it be different?

In this world, who doesn't know that Jiang Xinyou is half of Yue Ling's soul, and that the two of them are almost carved from the same mold?

However, appearance comes from the heart... With such a glimmer of hope, Qingshang finally slowly opened the scroll.

What catches the eye are the black short boots embroidered with gold thread, the fluttering black clothes, the white and slender fingers, the plain jade bracelet, and almost no other jewelry. Looking at the wild facial features, they are really impressive when compared carefully with Jiang Xinyou.

Somewhat different.

For example, Xinyou's face is rounder, but Yue Ling's chin is sharper, and the whole person looks colder, but Jiang Xinyou always has a smile in his eyes, while Yue Ling is silent.

"Actually, I feel that I am nothing like her, and you are nothing like her. There are no two identical people in this world. Everyone is a unique individual. As long as they have different temperaments, even if they are dressed exactly the same

, the appearance can’t be the same.” He said,

Jiang Xinyou looked at Qingshang, who was dressed in black, and then at Yue Ling's outfit in the painting, and sighed slightly, "I think you don't want to be similar to her, so you might as well not wear such clothes anymore. Girls have a beauty-loving style anyway.

There are many kinds, and they don’t have to be the same as others, are you right?”

Qingshang nodded slowly. Firstly, he felt that what Jiang Xinyou said made sense. Secondly, he felt that Jiang Xinyou not only said that, but also did so.

When she appeared, I often heard people mention Xinyou and Qian Shuang. At that time, they did not have such names. Everyone said that Xia Zhizhi was cold and had lost her father, brother, first love, lover, and husband.

, you can feel the coldness in her eyes.
Chapter completed!