"You once sat in front of this dressing table, and I personally tied your hair and drew your eyebrows. You were sick and you were lying on this bed, and I personally fed you medicine. No, it's not just that, it's more than that..." Liao Chan was excited.
He pulled Shangguan Feihong towards the dressing table and then towards the bed, pointing out the locations of everything that had happened in this room to Shangguan Feihong one by one.
Shangguan Feihong was not as strong as Chan, and he was almost staggering and was pulled away by Chan.
"Do you remember?" After finishing everything and pulling Shangguan Feihong to read it, Liao Chan looked at Shangguan Feihong eagerly again.
Outside the house, Xin Haoyan stood there motionless and silently, with his hands behind his hands. He could see and hear everything in the house clearly.
"Are you done? Can you let me go? I'm still saying the same thing, I'm sorry, I have no impression of this place at all. Besides, it's getting late, and I want to go back."
Shangguan Feihong's unchanging cold voice and tone of voice were suddenly like a large basin of cold water pouring down mercilessly from the top of Liao Chan's head. Liao Chan's whole body trembled, and the hand holding Shangguan Feihong's wrist trembled uncontrollably.
Come on, "...do you still hate me?"
"I said, I am interested in this place..."
"If not, why did you suddenly agree to marry Xin Haoyan back then? You were taking revenge on me, weren't you?"
"If not, how come you can't remember this place? Or can't you remember me? You said that you like me, you only like me, and you want to be with me forever."
"Hong'er, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. In the past twenty years, I have been a monk and I have lived a very hard life. I live with regret every day."
"Hong'er, can you forgive me? Let's leave here. I will take you away and I will never let go of your hand again."
"Hong'er..."
He interrupted Shangguan Feihong's meditation. The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and his voice became louder and louder. Finally, he couldn't help but pull Shangguan Feihong into his arms.
"Ever since I saw you in Prince Li's Mansion that day and knew that you were still alive and not dead, do you know how happy I am?"
"That night, I stood in the courtyard, and it was because I missed you and felt regret that I went crazy."
"Hong'er, during this time, do you know how much I want to see you?"
"I'm sorry for both you and Brother Xin."
"I know that he loves you too, and I know that he will never agree to me taking you away. I also know that I no longer have the ability to take you away easily from him and Xin Moge, so I have been holding on to my patience.
We are here just to wait for an opportunity to restore your past memories. In this way, we can leave together. As long as it is your decision, they have no right to stop it. As long as the two of us are together, we will definitely be able to overcome all difficulties.
"
"Hong'er..."
Xin Haoyan continued to watch and listen outside the room. The fingertips of his clenched fists dug deeply into his palms. Blood overflowed from the wounds in his palms and seeped out from between the fingers. Drop by drop, it fell to the ground without any trace.
Aware of nothing.
Shangguan Feihong's expression was dull, and he allowed Zen to hold her in his arms motionlessly, neither pushing away nor giving any reaction.
After meditating, I felt Shangguan Feihong's numbness. Although he was hugging her so tightly, it felt so real and beautiful, but it was as if he was hugging a body that had no soul at all.
