The soft and waxy voice was full of worry, and the little face was even more uneasy. He blinked and his gaze fell firmly on Hu Yueyue, "Mom, how are you?"
Hu Yueyue tried her best to put on a smile and said, "It's okay. I'm much better after taking the medicine. Just turn around and sit down, okay?"
"Well!" Angelica obediently turned around and sat down, then said to the driver: "Uncle, please drive more slowly, my mother is a little uncomfortable!"
"Okay!" the driver responded with a smile.
Song Tianlang's heart seemed to be stirred up by a storm. What kind of suffering did his wife suffer? What kind of pain did she endure in the past seven years?
Self-blame, guilt, distress, and many other emotions surged through me.
Hu Yueyue here looked pale, leaning on the seat a little slumpedly, feeling uncomfortable in her heart.
She can't remember, just can't remember. It's been seven years, and whenever she tries to remember everything, it hurts, it hurts, it really hurts——
But now, she wants to think of the male protagonist in her memory sitting next to her. She only has that familiar feeling, but there is always something missing. After seven years of separation, when they meet again, they are relatively strangers. If not
His appearance was almost exactly the same as that of Angelica, and she was probably unaware even if he passed by him.
Without memories, there would be no excitement after reunion, let alone the hug that two people who love each other should have when they meet again after separation...
My heart really hurts.
She hated herself so much, hated herself for forgetting everything, hated herself for letting Angelica be so cautious just because she cared about her feelings.
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Not sure whether it was because of being too tired or because of the familiar dependence, Hu Yueyue began to feel sleepy just thinking about it. It seemed that all the fatigue accumulated for seven years came rushing back at this moment.
Less than twenty minutes after getting on the bus, she was gradually pulled away by Duke Zhou and fell into the chess game. She leaned on the back of the chair and fell into a deep sleep.
In seven years, I have never had such a deep sleep!
"March?"
He stroked her face, but there was no movement. Song Tianlang was helpless. After seven years, March's lethargy had not changed. Knowing that she had fallen asleep, he stretched out his long arms to take Hu Yueyue into his arms, and adjusted
The good posture allowed her to lean against herself more comfortably, and then she whispered to the driver who came to pick her up: "Drive slower!"
"Yes!" the driver responded. He was very excited at the moment. He was picking up the youngest general in China. In the past seven years, he had received three first-class military medals.
Four medals for second-class merit.
However, what was even more exciting was hearing that the chief was like a fighting machine with no emotions! But what did he see? A normal person! Of course, according to his analysis, the rumors in the military were all true. But
The only things that caused the chief to change were the woman in the back seat whom the chief cared for like a treasure and the child in the passenger seat who looked exactly like the chief.
He had to drive carefully, take the time to take a look, and then go to the army to brag. Just because the commander's own correspondent would arrive in Kyoto in the evening, and he would have nothing to do during the introduction.
Here, the child Angelica was sitting in the passenger seat. He turned his head to look at the back seat from time to time. When he saw his mother being held in his arms, he muttered: "Where do you want to take us?" What if?
The hotel his mother booked was just ten minutes away from the airport by taxi!