Back in the room, Gong Moqian took Qingcheng's hand, sat down and asked:
"Qingshen, if I am your young lady, then I would like to ask you, what are the characteristics of your young lady?"
Gong Moqian's words made Qingshen feel very strange, but when Qingshen was about to say something, a voice interrupted them:
"There is an obscure fetal mole on Qian Qian's left chest!"
Not only was Qing Shen surprised by the visitor, but even Gong Moqian felt sad when he saw it!
Gong Moqian stood up and looked at the person standing at the door, tears streaming down her face.
It's him!
Qingshen looked at the person in front of him, then looked at his young lady, and saw that she was holding her chest with her right hand, and kept walking back. Seeing that it was the emperor, Qingshen got lucky and walked out of the door.
Gong Moqian didn't know why her heart hurt so much when she saw the man in front of her. Moreover, when he saw himself, he felt as if a lost possession had returned to him.
Gong Moqian kept looking at him, and he kept looking at her. She found that her heart really hurt.
"Xiao Qian..."
Nangong Jin heard that Mu Fei had given birth to a son and that Murong Qian's death anniversary was coming soon, so he rushed over. But when he entered, he heard Nangong Hao say that Qian Qian was back.
At the time, he thought his brother was joking on him, but when he saw his serious look, he quickly grabbed Nangong Hao's hand and asked:
"Where is she?"
She thought about it all by herself, but no one came back. At this time, she came back, but she heard Hao say that she had forgotten everything about this place.
The sudden hug surprised Gong Moqian. The man's trembling voice made Gong Moqian's heart hurt. The smell of him felt so familiar.
"Xiao Qian, you are finally back! You are finally back with me!"
Nangong Jin was not dreaming, it was real. He had had countless such dreams before, but none of them were real. Every time he woke up, he was empty around him. Without her, he felt that the world was dark.
"Sir, you..."
Gong Moqian concealed her inner fear and asked softly. She felt a tear warm on her shoulder for a while.
A man doesn't shed tears easily, not to mention he is an emperor. If she were not Murong Qian, how sad would he be?
"Sir, you hold me so tightly that I can't breathe!"
Nangong Jin heard his wife calling him son, and the strength of the hug increased a bit. Gong Moqian was almost out of breath, and then she called out softly again.
Can't breathe?
Nangong Jin laughed and let go of the person in front of him, gently held her face with his hands, and then stroked her.
"Xiao Qian, it's really you. I'm not dreaming. You're back!"
Nangong Jin hugged Gong Moqian again, making Gong Moqian want to give him some hygiene balls.
Tangled!
What is this? No matter what, she doesn't recognize him.
"Son, I'm sorry, I don't remember you!"
Gong Moqian pushed Nangong Jin away this time. Seeing Nangong Jin's disappointed look, her heart ached, but she really couldn't remember this person.
"Xiao Qian, have you really forgotten me?"
Nangong Jin looked at Gong Moqian nervously, and she nodded slightly and said:
"I don't know who you are, and everything here is unfamiliar to me. I'm sorry!"
Gong Moqian looked at Nangong Jin and saw him smiling slightly:
"It doesn't matter, I'll help you restore your memory!"
Nangong Jin took Gong Moqian's hand and ran out!
"Why……"
Gong Moqian was suddenly pulled out and kept running. Was he an emperor?