Chapter 53: You used to be not afraid of death at all
Then she saw some changes in Uncle Lian's eyes, and found that his expression was very stiff...it seemed like he only had one expression.
So she asked again: "Are you wearing a mask? Are you not Uncle Lian?"
Uncle Lian was stunned for a moment, with some surprise and pain in his eyes. These meanings were something Su Luo couldn't understand.
Su Luo thought, maybe he was exploring how true what he said was.
She watched as he raised his hand and took a piece of dough from his face.
Uncle Lian revealed his true face, making Su Luo's eyes light up.
The moonlight shone on his face, making his face even more handsome, exuding a mature and steady domineering air, and a hint of restrained melancholy.
He is a strong man, he must be a strong man.
His status must be very noble! But he also has a very big mission or a heavy burden weighing him down. Or maybe his life experience is miserable, which is why his eyes like black gems are filled with deep melancholy.
His appearance is handsome and strong, but his eyes are gentle and melancholy. But there is no contradiction at all.
When Su Luo looked at the real Uncle Lian, her breathing became almost breathless.
What amazed her was not this handsome face, but the expression... it was the melancholy, the faint sadness. It was the vicissitudes of life between the eyebrows.
Uncle Lian was like this, which made her want to understand what he was sad about and what he was worried about.
"What...are you sad...what are you worried about..." Su Luo raised her hand, trying to touch the slightly frowning eyebrows, and couldn't help but murmured a question.
At that moment, Lian Ao was stunned and his whole body stiffened.
Is the Luo Luo in front of him still the Luo Luo he knows? Is it the Luo Luo he has watched grow up with his own eyes?
His Luo Luo really lost his memory...
Such Luoluo is so weak...
Such a loss makes people feel distressed...
Luoluo, Luoluo, who has lost his memory, will you be more innocent than before? Will you be happier than before?
I was shocked when you said you were not interested in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but there was indeed disgust in your eyes, a disgust that you couldn't help but feel from the bottom of your heart.
When you said you wanted to learn martial arts to protect yourself, your eyes were so determined, as if you might die at any time. You can't fake your natural fear of death?
Because in the past, you were not afraid of death at all, and you even wanted to die early to see your mother.
In the past, you, like your mother, loved music, chess, calligraphy and painting very much, and were also good at these.