Just as Deliley was about to say something, she heard Arthur calling her, so she walked towards Arthur without saying a word.
Feng Hao walked to the sand slope where Parker was buried last night with Parker's personal belongings. There was no wind blowing at night, and the sand slope was still towering.
In front of the sand slope, he dug a large sand pit with the butt, untied his luggage, and looked at the things inside.
He hopes to find something useful, because Parker knows Deliley's true identity, and he must know that Deliley is Xia Yucheng.
Judging from Xia Yucheng's dependence on Parker, he must have been very good to her over the years.
Some things are like this. At that time, Parker was on the helicopter and wanted to kill them immediately. Who would have thought that he would do his best to take care of Xia Yucheng for five years later.
It is a very hard thing to help a woman who has no memory to rebuild her life and memory. Although those memories are wrong, these continue Xia Yucheng's normal thinking.
Otherwise, in five years, she would not be able to withstand it, and she would not be able to live a normal life like she is now.
The things in the luggage were very simple, all of which were clothes and toiletries. Feng Hao removed the clothes and two brown cover notebooks appeared in front of him.
When he opened one of the books, he saw that the title page read:
Her name is Deliley, which means forgetful love. But I know who she is, she is Xia Yucheng, and the woman Feng Hao can give his life for.
She has no memories, nor does she have any memories.
Feng Hao felt ache in his heart and continued to look through it. It was a record that looked like a diary, recording the memories that Parker thought were very important over the past five years.
Time is tight, and he can't read it one by one. He closed the book and opened another one. The title page also read a paragraph:
I hope that one day my wife will see this diary, so that she will not have a headache and will not become an idiot.
There is also a line of fresh handwriting below this sentence:
She is my master, but I feel that she is more like my daughter!
What this diary records are exactly the same as Xia Yucheng’s current memory. Two diaries and two completely different lives.
Feng Hao looked at it without any thoughts and stuffed the diary back into his luggage, leaving only another notebook, and then buried his luggage in the sand pit.
"I really don't want to say thank you, but Parker, just for these five years, thank you! Rest in peace!" Even if he is an enemy, as long as he treats his little good deeds well, he will remember this little kindness.
Standing in front of the sand slope for a long time, Feng Hao put away his notebook and returned to the camping site.
Arthur had everything ready, and Feng Hao went over and quietly stuffed his notebook into his salute.
"Sir, can you go?" Arthur asked.
"It's OK!" Feng Hao replied in a deep voice.
"Can you pass by the sand slope? I want to go and see Parker again!" Xia Yucheng, who was unaware of it, stood in front of the camel he was riding.
In her perception, she is still Delilay.
"Yes..." Feng Hao came over and helped her to the camel. "If you want, I can have someone bring Parker's body back."
"No need, Parker has no relatives, so let him rest here! Don't disturb his soul anymore!"
When the camel caravan left the camp and bypassed the sand slope, Xia Yucheng's eyes were filled with tears. It was not until she could no longer see that she retracted her gaze from the direction of the sand slope.