"Xuanyi, this song is written for you. I hope to hear you sing this song to me in person and be my dear forever."

"Even if you hate me, even if you never forgive me in your life, this song belongs to you, and I will always stand there waiting for you, waiting for my dear to return."

"..."

Those words, those songs, and those things have all become an indelible part of my memory. They were once beliefs, but now they have become mourning.

Yang Yi, Ni Kerer, you are truly a match made in heaven.

Xuanyuan Yao had never seen An Xuanyi's expression like this before. The light in her eyes was dim, the smile on her lips was cold, and her slender fingers were clenched.

Who is this woman on TV, why does she have such mood swings, and that song? She seems to be particularly concerned about the background music in that movie.

An indescribable feeling of uneasiness made Xuanyuan Yao feel a dull pain in his heart. Looking at An Xuanyi's familiar yet unfamiliar face, he suddenly felt a distant feeling.

It's quiet at night.

Xuanyuan Yao could feel that she was already asleep in the next room, snoring loudly, and occasionally turning dishonestly on the big bed, just like before.

After dialing a series of phone numbers, a respectful voice came quickly, "Hello, MR~"

"I sent a company name to your mailbox and let it disappear forever before tomorrow morning. Also, I don't want to see any negative news about An Xuanyi tomorrow."

At this moment, Xuanyuan Yao still had his usual gentleness. When he spoke, his voice was cold to the bone.

The person on the phone answered immediately, "Okay, I'll deal with it right away. MR, do you have any more instructions?"

Xuanyuan Yao's slender fingers tapped on the square table rhythmically, "Help me check a person. Her name is Ni Ker. I want to know all her information."

After a pause, "Also, regarding An Xuanyi's files, I want all the files from her birth to the present. Give them to me within half an hour."

After saying that, Xuanyuan Yao hung up the phone without giving the other party any chance to speak.

Half an hour later, there was indeed an additional email in the mailbox. When I opened it, I saw that it was all about An Xuanyi, and the content was as detailed as a replay of life.

Xuanyuan Yao flipped through page after page, including photos of her as a child, including her fight scenes, including screenshots of her first filming...

Of course, it also included the first love in her life, which started vigorously but ended tragically. He had seen them all one by one.

Yang Yi, this name is deeply etched in Xuanyuan Yao's mind.

Unexpectedly, his Qianqian once had another man in her heart. She loved him so passionately and so persistently.

Her chest seemed to have been cut open by a sharp knife, just like when he pierced the demon sword into her chest ten thousand years ago, it was very painful.

Xuanyuan Yao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the full moon in the sky. He lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

The bright moonlight shone down, and the smoke filled the air around him, as if covered with a thin veil, and his profile looked melancholy and lonely.

He had never thought that there was another person in her heart. Although it was once, even though it was a past that he could not experience, but when he thought that she had loved him, his heart ached beyond measure.

However, this is not the most painful part for him. The most painful part for Xuanyuan Yao is the betrayal of the woman named Ni Kerer and the man Yang Yi. They both deeply hurt the people he cherishes the most.

No one, including himself, can hurt his Qianqian. He will help her avenge all these pains one by one.

Xuanyuan Yao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, smoking one cigarette after another, and then sighed slightly, saying to himself that the past is the past after all, and the future is everything to him.

There was a sound of talking in sleep next door, and he heard An Xuanyi shouting, "No, no~"

Xuanyuan Yao was probably frightened, but Xuanyuan Yao didn't have time to think about it, and in a flash, he penetrated the wall and entered her room.

The wind blows the curtains, and the silver moonlight slants in. Through the moonlight, you can see a thin layer of sweat on An Xuanyi's forehead, and her eyebrows are tightly knitted together.

"No, no~" Her hands danced randomly in mid-air, as if she was haunted by a nightmare.

Xuanyuan Yao raised his hand and gently placed his big, sharp-jointed palm on her forehead. In an instant, her dream reappeared in front of his eyes.

Peach Blossom Yaoyao, as far as the eye can see is an endless peach forest, with charming petals dancing in the wind, like a pink rain falling down.

Through the flying peach blossoms, a man in a bright yellow brocade robe is faintly visible, standing with his back facing away, like the flying green silk of a waterfall.

An Xuanyi stepped on the fallen flowers and approached, but the man suddenly turned around, with a slight smile on his lips as thin as cherry blossoms, and his blue eyes were like ripples in the sea.

"You're here." The man's voice was very soft, as soft as a peach blossom brushing his cheek.

But the next second, a cold light flashed in his vision, and a sharp soft sword came through the wind and stabbed An Xuanyi's heart.

"No," Xuanyuan Yao shouted in his heart, but the dream could not follow him. The sword had penetrated deeply into her chest, and blood surged out.

He was so frightened that he shrank his hands and looked at An Xuanyi in disbelief, who was mumbling in pain. Why was she actually having such a dream?

Could it be that, even if she forgot everything, even if ten thousand years passed, she still hated him, hated him for piercing the demon sword into her chest, hated him for hurting her so cruelly?

Xuanyuan Yao held the five fingers in his sleeves tightly. Even the finger bones sank deeply into the flesh and blood soaked out bit by bit. He was completely unconscious and just looked at the slightly pale face helplessly.

After a while, he closed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and brushed her forehead, dispelling the last nightmare for her.

If the only way she could remember him was through such painful nightmares, then he would rather she couldn't remember anything, and if she wanted to forget, just forget it completely.

…

An Xuanyi was lying on the sofa doing nothing, feeling a little disappointed. It seemed that she had accidentally lost something very important, but she couldn't remember it.

Guoguo sat on the carpet and played with puzzle pieces. From time to time he would look back with a smile and say, "Mom, do you think it looks beautiful?" and then proudly show off the fruits of his labor.

Seeing Guo Guo's innocent and cute appearance, An Xuanyi felt inexplicably warm in her heart, as if he was really her own child, and she couldn't help but raise a gentle smile on her lips.

She changed her position, half-supporting her head on the back cushion, and her eyes fell on the balcony. The bright sunshine was shining like a dream, and the gauze was slightly swayed by the wind.
Chapter completed!