In the small courtyard, Xia Qianqian couldn't help but smile when she heard the shouting in the house.

Hu Chenkun on the side was very embarrassed, "This brat is getting more and more mischievous."

He took three steps at a time and quickly entered the house, scolding: "Don't yell, Miss Xia, my father has invited you back."

"Where? Where are the people?"

Xia Qianqian followed and walked from the inner hall to the dormitory.

"You're here!"

The person in front of the bed looked directly at her, "You are really here."

He looked blank and muttered repeatedly.

Hu Chenkun saw his son looking gloomy and quickly reminded him: "You are so talkative, don't be presumptuous again!"

"Dad, I want to have a private chat with Miss Xia. You should go out first!" He spoke to Hu Chenkun, but his eyes were still looking at Xia Qianqian.

Hu Chenkun is in a difficult situation.

He was very fond of the polite girl in front of him, but he was very worried about the big Buddha outside the house.

Mo Yu has Longxiang Jade in his hand, whose identity is unknown, and he is also very fond of Miss Xia.

This brat is really overestimating his ability to compete with him for a woman.

"Mr. Hu, don't worry. I will diagnose his pulse and give him some advice."

Xia Qianqian took the initiative to speak, took a step towards the bed, pulled Xiao Taozi beside him to sit down, and ordered to Hu Tang: "Stretch your hand over and I will take your pulse!"

Hu Tang lay down obediently and stretched out his hand, but his eyes were still staring at Hu Chenkun who was standing still.

In desperation, Hu Chenkun could only shake his head and exit the room.

He raised his head and met a pair of cold eyes. He was so frightened that his whole body trembled and he whispered: "Master Mo, if you don't mind, please have a cup of tea in the front hall."

"No need!" Ji Zimo felt a little angry.

That heartless girl didn't even look back at him when she ran into the house.

"Then... let's sit in the side hall for a while!" Hu Chenkun suggested again.

He was afraid that he would not be able to entertain anyone and would anger the living king of hell in front of him.

"No need!"

Ji Zimo stood with his hands behind his hands, standing under the peach tree in the courtyard, looking up at the distant sky. From the cold look on his face, it was impossible to detect what was in his heart.

Inside the house, the girl's teasing tone came, "Hu Tang, you are not a child. How can you deserve my hard work to save you when you are making trouble like this?"

"It's been two days, why don't you come and see me?"

He asked instead, "Do you really not care about me anymore?"

Perhaps it was because he returned from a trip to the gate of hell, or perhaps he was seriously ill, and his will and emotions were fragile, which made Hu Tang's mood become increasingly depressed.

"Lanyu, even though I was poisoned that day, I remember it very clearly. You said you recovered your memory. You remembered me, right?"

He suddenly took action, grabbed her wrist, and stared at her face with a pair of peach blossom eyes, fearing to miss even the slightest change in her expression.

There was a sense of wetness in the palm of her wrist. Although her fingers held her wrist, they were weak and weak.

His body was obviously very weak, but he held on, just because he wanted to see her.

Xia Qianqian couldn't help but be moved, "I remembered the past."

"How can it be the past life?" His voice trembled, and his peach blossom eyes were filled with water, "Lanyu, that was this life. It was the past that we have truly experienced together."

No!

Not them.

It was him and the original owner Xia Qianqian.

But for some reason, Xia Qianqian's heart twitched inexplicably because of his sad tone.

"Hu Tang, thank you for everything you have done for me." She said thank you.

But his expression seemed more and more hurt, "Lanyu, you once said that there is no need to talk about thanks between us."

"You remember the past, but why are you still so alienated from me?"

His mood became more and more depressed. He stretched out his other hand and slowly approached her face with his fingers. The pain in his eyes became more and more intense, "At that time, I clearly didn't know what you looked like, but I was still attracted to you.

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"Lanyu, do you know that I like you, not for your appearance, not for your identity, not for your family background? I just have a secret feeling for you for no reason. Even..."

He paused and said with difficulty: "I once thought you were a man. I once warned myself, no."

"But I can't do it!" His fingertips finally fell on her face.

Xia Qianqian stepped back slightly, and his hand was in vain. At the same time, his heart was empty, and he never settled down.

"Later, I resigned myself to my fate. I just thought, so what if you are a man, if you like me and I like me, why can't we be together?"

"Lanyu, you lost your memory before and you rejected me. I don't blame you. But now that you have recovered your memory, you can choose again, okay?"

"Choose again, I still have a chance, right?"

He is clearly a young man who can roam among flowers. Why did God give him such an infatuated persona?

Xia Qianqian's mood was complicated. She looked at his pale face, dry lips, and bruises under his eyes. If he refused for a moment, he didn't know how to speak.

If she were the original owner, would she choose the infatuated young man in front of her?

No, according to the script, the person the original owner has been obsessed with should be Fan Shan and Feng Wei.

A young man with a bloody family feud, a down-and-out noblewoman who was deceived and allowed to be bullied. I don’t know what emotions made that newly-awaited woman fall in love with him.

The person in front of her is her comrade-in-arms, her outlet when she feels depressed.

They can be close friends, comrades who fight side by side, and can even block swords and fight for each other, but they lack the heartbeat that a couple should have.

Love is always a two-way street.

In Hu Tang's secret love, it has always been his one-man show.

Xia Qianqian thought carefully about how to answer him so as not to make him sad.

The people in the courtyard had their hands standing on the armrests clenched into fists at some point.

He called her Lanyu repeatedly, and that unique name was his exclusive name for her.

And she didn't object.

Listening to them talk about the past, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

He only complained why he didn't get to know her earlier, so that he was the only one in her memory.

Hu Tang confessed affectionately over and over again, which made Ji Zimo's face look extremely ugly. Hu Chenkun on the side lowered his head in fear. His whole body was on pins and needles, and his heart was in a state of confusion.

He always felt that an invisible blade was placed on the neck of everyone in the Hu family, and it would fall down at some point.

"Hu Tang, I..." After a long silence, the female voice in the room sounded again.

Everyone's heartstrings were tightened, and they all wanted to know how she would choose.

Ji Zimo turned around and stared at the window of the wing.

Under the slightly opened window lattice, you can vaguely see the person in front of the bed.
Chapter completed!