In Beijing in spring, the afternoon sunshine is warm and brilliant.
Leng's mother's tomb was bathed in sunlight at the moment, and Leng Zimo's figure was also wrapped in a layer of sunlight.
After five years, Luo Xiaoqian has never stopped paying attention to him. She even went to some Emperor Vision events to meet him, but this was the first time she was so close to him.
Compared with five years ago, he seems to have lost weight, but there is no trace of time left on his face.
She was only a few steps away from him, and she could clearly see his face, his wide and wise forehead, his thick eyebrows with beautiful shape, his long eyelashes dyed a dazzling golden brown by the sun, and his straight nose.
Sexy thin lips.
She had kissed those lips so passionately, and had kissed her so passionately, and had spoken to her the most touching and sincere words of love in the world.
His eyes were still so bright and slightly bloodshot. It seemed that he often stayed up late when she was away.
Luo Xiaoqian subconsciously tightened her fingers on the branches of the bush, and gently rubbed a new leaf with her fingertips, as if she was touching his face.
Leng Zimo didn't realize it and carefully wiped his mother's tombstone clean.
He folded the handkerchief and put it in his pocket, stood up and bowed three times to his mother.
Thinking he was leaving, Luo Xiaoqian hurriedly lowered her body.
However, Leng Zimo did not leave. Instead, he bent down and picked up something from the ground. When he stood up again, there were already several grass roots between his fingers.
The lawn in the cemetery had just been mowed. This grass path was probably accidentally dropped by workers when clearing the cut grass. There was nothing special about it.
Throwing the broken grass into the trash can not far away, looking at the light green stains left on his palm, another palm suddenly flashed in Leng Zimo's mind.
That palm is smaller than his hand, the fingers are slender without any excess fat, and the shape of the hand is very beautiful.
However, the snow-white palms were stained with green grass stains...
His head started to hurt faintly.
Liang Zimo raised his hand and pressed his sore temples, Leng Zimo frowned coldly.
Walking to his mother's grave again, he slowly lowered himself and sat down on the steps.
"Mom, tell me, am I sick? Why does my head always hurt recently, and my memory is fragmented? Is there something wrong with my brain?"
Behind the bushes, Luo Xiaoqian's heart tightened as she listened to his confused whisper.
Could it be that hypnosis has any side effects?!
"I don't know why, I always feel so empty in my heart, as if I have lost something important, but...I can't remember it..."
Leng Zimo's personality has always been strong, so he would naturally not mention such things to anyone. The only person he could talk to was his deceased mother.
Luo Xiaoqian hid behind the bushes, listening to his distressed voice, but her heart ached.
I thought it wouldn't hurt if he didn't remember her, but I didn't expect that he wouldn't be happy either.
Zimo, I'm sorry!
Leng Zimo stood up suddenly when he heard a strange noise behind the bushes.
"Who is there?!"
He found her?!
Luo Xiaoqian was startled, raised her hands in panic, and covered her mouth and nose.
Noticing the clothes that were faintly visible through the leaves of the bush, Leng Zimo stood up in confusion and walked towards the bush step by step.
Listening to his footsteps approaching, Luo Xiaoqian's heart tightened nervously.
