The two teenagers next door continued their conversation, unaware that the girl next door was suffering from an extraordinary headache.
"However," a young man said, suddenly speaking in a low voice, "One thing is true. Before the Elphes Race Academy was established, this place was the battlefield where the bodies of the Xuan people were buried."
When Xuan Clan heard these two sensitive words coming from behind him, Xuan Shi gritted his teeth and wanted to turn his head. Suddenly, a burst of pain came over him again.
[Don’t call me Master, call me by my name]
——The gentle and coquettish voice of a girl echoed in Xuan Shiran’s mind
She vaguely saw a very blue lake in her memory. Under a big tree on the shore, there was a red-haired woman sitting. In front of the woman, there was also a man with long red hair sitting.
They were facing each other, their faces were obscured by their long bangs, and their faces could not be seen clearly, but the woman's pear-shaped smile was clearly visible.
[Why, won’t you listen to what I say?] The woman seemed a little angry at this time
[Dare not] The cold and greasy voice came from the red-haired man. It seems that he is getting a little embarrassed now.
[Then from now on, you will call me by my name. This is not an order, it is my hope]
The man's figure swayed, and Xuan Shiran could only vaguely see the woman's beautiful lips. The corners of her lips curved into a very gentle and gentle arc. Then when he continued to show something, a burst of sound suddenly broke in.
[Jier, I’m sorry]
【Jier, is that you】
[Jier, I have been waiting for you for 50 years]
After the blurry scene just dissipated, it was replaced by another scene. Under the dazzling sunlight, stood a tall man in red clothes. His long red hair was fluttering in the breeze, and his hair brushed the face.
Her face was unclear, and the only thing that Xuan Shiran could see clearly was the man's beautiful, thin red lips with a shallow but unusually gentle curve. He seemed to be smiling at her, and that faint smile seemed to contain a lot of experience.
A deep longing that cannot be erased even in years
Who are you? Who are you?
Holding her head in severe pain, Xuan Shiran lowered her head, struggling painfully to get rid of the memories that suddenly broke into her memory without warning and caused chaos. Those memories that did not belong to her, who instilled them into her without permission?