"Don't you have any memory of the hostage in the Xia Kingdom's palace ten years ago?"
Xiaoxiao was confused when she heard about the proton from ten years ago. Why didn't she know what he meant? "Ten years ago, you followed me all day long and called me brother Wang Yu. You
Don’t remember either?”
Hearing this, Xiaoxiao seemed to have thought of something. Did Dong Linghuang and Xia Weiyang know each other ten years ago? He was sent to Xia Kingdom as a hostage. Is there a story between him and Xia Weiyang?
"Your Highness, Weiyang doesn't remember anything about what you said. Since Weiyang was hit, he can't remember many things. He can't remember anything about the Xia Kingdom. He has had any dealings with His Highness. Weiyang, even more so
Can’t remember.”
A trace of surprise flashed in Dong Linghuang's eyes, "Have you ever been hit?"
"Yes, so I almost don't remember anything from the past."
The bright moon is in the sky, the stars are dotted, and under the dark blue sky, everything seems to be coated with a layer of silver.
The silver moonlight poured down, Aventurine Phoenix's beautiful face was full of disappointment, and her flowing eyes were much darker.
Don't remember, she doesn't even remember...
He promised to wait for her to grow up, promised that she would marry him as his concubine in ten years, and promised that no matter how much time passes, the person she loves the most in her heart will always be him.
Surprisingly, I don’t even remember it.
Waiting for her to grow up and wait for her to be his princess, but she forgot everything.
A touch of sadness rose from the bottom of my heart, and I stared down at her delicate little face, wanting to smile, but couldn't.
Things and people have changed, time has passed, can everything really not go back to what it was before?
Are you blaming him for not seeing her again for so many years? Are you blaming him for breaking his original promise?
She was sent to the Xia Kingdom as a hostage and stayed there for three years. When she left, she was only six years old.
When she was six years old, she cried like a mess because of his passing.
When she was six years old, she told him in a sweet voice, asking him to wait for her to grow up and wait for her to be his princess.
That year, he was only thirteen years old, but it was the age when love sprouted. A girl seven years younger than him was just like that, deeply engraved in his heart.