Deep in the cracks of memory, many shots were quickly cut, including the ferocious and terrifying abyss wolf, the barbed weapon, the cold sea water, blood...
"Ah ah ah -" Su Wanqing held her head and screamed at the top of her lungs. She overturned the tea cup and broke the tea set. Like a frightened little animal, she trembled, holding her head and squatting in the corner.
After a long time, she came back to her senses. Those broken fragments gradually fell into the cracks of memory and slowly subsided.
When Su Wanqing raised her head, she had a look of desolation on her face, and something wet fell from the corners of her eyes, a little salty and astringent. She unexpectedly shed tears again for no apparent reason.
During the whole process, Siris sat at the table leisurely, quietly sipping the tea, staring at Su Wanqing's painful look without even a trace of pity in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Miss Su, I'm just a mother, forgive me for trying to awaken your memory of Lucifer's love in such a rough way."
Su Wanqing sighed softly, then supported the wall and stood up slowly. Her eyes returned to clarity, but her voice was a little weak: "Auntie, I understand."
"It's good that you understand. If you still don't have any love for Lucifer, his next journey will not only be difficult, but also lonely." Sirius put down the exquisite porcelain cup, and there was finally a touch of softness in her eyes.
color.
"You know, Mechelle's face was ruined. I know it couldn't have been you, but the elders in the family don't think that those old guys can't give up such a good opportunity."
"Disfigured?" Su Wanqing was very surprised.
"Yes, it is under investigation. However, the truth is not important." Siris shrugged and cast a questioning look, "Have you remembered?"
Su Wanqing shook her head, with a helpless smile on her lips: "No."
A look of disappointment flashed across Sirius's face: "That's really a pity."
"Then think carefully about how to deal with those old things next." Sirius stood up and turned around, "That's all I have to say, the rest is up to you and Lucifer."
"Yeah." Su Wanqing watched this powerful woman leave, then gently rubbed her temples.
Although it was forced stimulation, she saw something after all. Su Wanqing suddenly had a strong feeling. She wanted to see Luo Xichen, immediately, now, immediately.
He left the tea room, walked to Luo Xichen's bedroom, and gently opened a crack. There was no one else inside, only him lying on the bed, seemingly asleep.
After gently pushing the door open and closing it quietly, Su Wanqing walked to the edge of the huge water bed and looked at him quietly two steps away from Luo Xichen.
The skin on his face had just been changed, and was as delicate as a baby's, with a light pink color. She was actually angry with him on purpose. It was not like a snake that had just shed its skin. Nothing as ugly as a snake could compare to how handsome he was.
Her eyes fell on his left hand. She had already noticed that his left hand was also disabled. Tuo had said that he shot it himself, which was a promise to Tuo.
Luo Xichen's two hands folded flat on his abdomen were like strong old tree roots, mottled with countless scars. The scars were old and new, but without exception, the wounds were very deep, and they were on the opposite side of the mouth.
It's uneven, and you can see that when the knife was cut, it was very ruthless.