A familiar melody slowly sounded in his ears, it was the song "The Moon Represents My Heart" that she once sang to him.

She tried hard to open her eyes, and slowly, her eyes finally opened a thin slit. Light suddenly flashed into her pupils, causing her eyes to sting, and then a mist of water appeared involuntarily.

She closed her eyes and slowly opened them again. When the mist in her eyes slowly dissipated, Xia Houlie's tall figure jumped into her eyes. At this moment, he was sitting on the side of the bed, playing the jade flute, and staring out the window.

's full moon.

The moonlight is like a layer of gauze, quietly falling from the window lattice, making the whole room hazy.

There were no lights in the room, and his figure was bathed in the silver-white moonlight, and his slender fingers glowed with jade light.

He was originally a lean figure, but now he was even more emaciated, and his face looked haggard and pale under the hazy moonlight.

Mu Qingwan's heart felt like it was soaked in sour water. For a moment, she felt sour and soft, painful and sweet. Her eyes didn't know whether it was because they had just adapted to the light or because they were moved. They were so sour that they originally wanted to take a closer look.

The man in front of him had a lump in his throat because his vision was blurred.

While Xia Houlie was playing the tune, the scene in his mind came to mind when Mu Qingwan was sitting on the edge of the moon, hugging her pipa and quietly singing the song "The Moon Represents My Heart" to him. Every word, every word, every word of hers

Every detail, every expression, he still has not forgotten to this day.

The whole person seemed to have returned to that sweet night, and her affectionate and sweet voice seemed to be remembered in his ears:

"You ask me how deeply I love you, how much I love you

My feelings are true, my love is true, the moon represents my heart

You ask me how deeply I love you, how much I love you

My affection is unwavering, my love remains unchanged, the moon represents my heart

A gentle kiss has touched my heart

A deep love makes me miss you till now

You ask me how deeply I love you, how much I love you

Think about it, take a look, the moon represents my heart

Think about it, take a look, the moon represents my heart."

Mu Qingwan choked and sang the song slowly and quietly following his notes. In an instant, it seemed that there were only two of them left in the whole world, one was playing quietly, the other was singing softly, and the two were

One person, two hearts, together compose a soul-stirring, yet lingering and timeless love song.

When the song ended, Xia Houlie slowly lowered his hands, his eyes still staring at the moon, and murmured:

"Wan, the moon is so beautiful tonight, just like the dance you performed for me that night and the song you sang. Thank you for giving me so many beautiful memories. Thank you for being willing to love me. But you know

The more beautiful the memory, the more painful my heart is. Can you wake up? Can you sing this song to me again? If you don’t want to sing, you can sing it for me. You just need to listen quietly, as long as you know that I

Loving you is enough, okay?...Wan, I have always thought highly of myself. I always thought I was strong enough to deal with anyone and anything. It was only now that I realized how fragile I was. Without Mu Qingwan's Xia Houlie

, turns out to be just an empty shell without a soul..."

Mu Qingwan watched him speak quietly, tears slowly dripping down his cheeks bit by bit, and dripped on the jade flute in his hand. They could be clearly heard in the quiet space. Those teardrops,

It was like sharp needles, slowly and deeply piercing her heart, making her throat feel like a handful of straw had been stuffed into her throat. She wanted to speak, but she was choked and her vision was blurry.

, she could only see his blurry shadow in her pupils.

She moved her hands, trying to pull the hem of his clothes, but he suddenly threw away the flute, leaned over and hugged her tightly, his handsome face buried deeply in her neck, and cold tears fell on her

The warmth spread on her neck, and an unexpected pain struck her heart violently. She seemed to hear the sound of her heart breaking piece by piece.

His low and hoarse voice sounded in my ears, with pleading and helplessness:

"Wan, I beg you... wake up... wake up... I'm not as strong as you think... please don't leave me... please..."

At the end of the sentence, his voice gradually collapsed, and it seemed as if all his strength could no longer be sustained. He could only hold her and cry bitterly, unable to utter a single word.

"Hey, you said you wanted to sing to me, is that true?"

Mu Qingwan slowly stretched out her hand to stroke his dark hair, looking at him with tenderness in her eyes, so she didn't speak for a long time, and there was a hint of hoarseness in her voice.

For a long time, the man lying on her did not move. Mu Qingwan frowned in confusion, and was about to reach out her hands to hold his face, but saw Xia Houzie suddenly and slowly raise his face, with confusion in his eyes.

Staring at her.

He always loved to be clean, but what she saw in front of her now was a face full of green stubble, his eyes were sunken deeply, and a layer of blue under his eyes was clearly visible. Because of the painful crying just now, the redness in his pupils had not faded.

, eyes widened in disbelief, staring at her face.

Her heart ached more and more, but her tone became gentler:

"What's wrong? It's only been a few days and we don't know each other anymore?"

He stared blankly at her pretty face and listened to her coquettish tone without blinking his eyes. After a long while, he hesitantly and cautiously called out softly:

"Wan?"

His voice was as thin as a mosquito, as if he was afraid of waking up the gods in the sky and taking her away from him.

Mu Qingwan raised her hand with difficulty, stroked his thin handsome face, and sighed softly:

"Hey, why are you crying like a fool? How can I be willing to leave you when you look like this?"

A joyful smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he wrapped his big hand around her little hand and rubbed it on his face, feeling the closeness between her and him, and his tone was filled with profound tenderness and affection:

"I just want to make you reluctant to leave me behind and be entangled with me for the rest of your life."

Mu Qingwan stretched out her hands and put her arms around his neck, pulled his head down, put her forehead against his, looked deeply into his eyes, and declared with a smile:

"Dear husband, I'm back!"

He sighed contentedly, leaned down, and placed small kisses on her hair, forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, and finally her lips. The four lips touched each other gently, breathing together.

Smell it, it feels like I haven’t seen it for a lifetime.

Her shadow was reflected in those unfathomable black pupils, as if her entire being was engraved in the deepest part of her heart.

She closed her eyes and kissed him back passionately. He saw the blush gradually emerging on her pale face, and felt that her heart, as soft as cotton candy, seemed to have been soaked by the clear water in her eyes. His big hands couldn't help but

He reached over and held the back of her head, kissing her more deeply.

She had just finished drinking the snow velvet soup, and even the tip of her tongue was filled with a faint sweetness. He held it in his mouth, absorbing her fragrance, but the more he sucked, the more intense the sweetness became, entering bit by bit through the intertwined breath.

blood.

He felt that his body was like melted ice sugar that was being boiled in the stove and was about to melt into her intoxicating sweetness.

The two people's lips and teeth were grinding together, their breaths were exchanging, and a soft moan escaped from Mu Qingwan's throat unconsciously. The sweet and soft moans in this life were as long as silk threads, wrapping around him tightly and tightly, keeping him and her tightly.

tied together.

It wasn't until each other was out of breath that they reluctantly parted ways:

"Dear wife, welcome back!"

"Dear husband, I'm back!"

Mu Qingwan pulled him down and lay beside her, nestling in his arms, stroking the thick stubble on his chin with her fingers.

"Yes." Xia Houlie responded softly and hugged her tightly, a sense of happiness and satisfaction lingering around them.

Mu Qingwan knew that he still didn't understand what she meant, so she pinched his face and chuckled:

"I still remember that my grandma said that you sang very well when you were a child. You promised me just now that you would sing to me, so don't lie!"

Sure enough, after hearing these words, Xia Houlie was shocked all over. He stared at her closely as if he had just met her. It took a long time before a few words came out of his mouth:

"Wan, have you recovered your memory?"

"Yes." Mu Qingwan nodded heavily, with a smile on her lips, "I am no longer the Mu Qingwan who lost her memory. I remember everything we did in the past, and I know every detail of our journey. I remember

I remembered grandma, I remembered Showa, I remembered Chuxia and Qinxia, ​​I remembered Niannian and Xuaner, I remembered Helian Moxiao, I remembered..."

The words "Helian Hengzhi" were about to slip out of my throat, but I stopped because I remembered the scene on the edge of the cliff.

She remembered that night, when she was in jail, how Helian Hengzhi took the risk to save her, how he was seriously injured by Murong Chen's men, how he led her out of the siege, how he begged her to change her mind, how he threatened her

How did she sacrifice her own life at the last moment of life and death for the safety of herself and her baby...

Memories of the past flowed through her mind like running water, and she remembered the gentle man with ice blue eyes. Even though he had hurt her, even though she had hated him so much, but now, in the bottom of her heart,

All that is left is my deep nostalgia and gratitude for him.

Without Helian Hengzhi, Mu Qingwan would not be what she is today. She has not forgotten how he cheered her up and took her everywhere when she first arrived in another world, when she was most helpless and helpless.

How he made her feel the sweet taste of loving and being loved, and how he protected her at all costs just to prevent her from being harmed in the slightest...

Even if they are not together in the end, those memories, like tattoos, will be deeply engraved in the deepest part of her heart forever.
Chapter completed!