"What now?" Under the dim and soft light, he stared closely into her beautiful eyes.
"Now..." Xia Yucheng rubbed up, put her hands through his armpits, hugged his back, and let out a long sigh, "Now! You always make me a little fragile, no.
Looks like Delile..."
"You are not Delile in the first place!"
"Deli Lei, daylilies, forgotten love!" Xia Yucheng lay in his arms and murmured softly.
Feng Hao's heart tightened, and his fingers slowly moved up to gently caress the daylily flower on the back of her neck: "Here, there used to be a circular scar. It was very faint, but you can see it."
"Is the pattern I chose beautiful?"
"You chose? Did you know you have a scar on the back of your neck?"
"I don't remember. Parker told me this, saying that I chose the tattoo pattern myself. Why I chose the daylily flower, I don't even know. Maybe the tattoo master touched me when he talked about the flower language of the daylily flower.
What's on my mind..." Xia Yucheng's memory can only last for about two hundred days. As time goes by, as long as things are not told to her, they are basically forgotten.
Only by reminding her constantly will she remember.
"Things on your mind are probably things in your subconscious mind." Feng Hao lowered his head and kissed her lips, saying softly, "Okay, go to sleep! It's very late."
"Yeah! But I don't want to sleep a little bit..." She acted coquettishly in his arms.
"I have a way to make you so tired that you want to sleep. How about we go to the guest room and try it?"
Xia Yucheng burst out laughing, then quickly stopped and just leaned against him without speaking.
After a while, she turned around in his arms, hugged May, and closed her eyes.
Feng Hao turned off the light and the room became dark. In the darkness, he held her hand. Can he go back to the past? There is only deep belief and no doubt.
The wind blew the curtains and rustled the leaves outside. The woman in his arms finally fell asleep. Feng Hao then closed his eyes and had no distracting thoughts.
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Before leaving, Ryan invited the three of them to have dinner at his villa.
Looking at Angela's photo on the table, Xia Yucheng had to ask again. When Feng Hao finished telling her about Angela and Ryan, she was stunned and said:
"I seem to have heard this story somewhere!"
"I told you this once before when we were guests." Feng Hao smiled happily. If she could think of the past naturally, that would be the best result.
"Really?" Xia Yucheng was a little confused, "Does it make me think of something when I come into contact with a familiar environment?"
Feng Hao was afraid that she would have a headache, so he shook her hand and said, "Don't think about it. The past... is not very important. For us, the most important thing is the future."
Xia Yucheng looked at Angela's sweet smile in the photo and was stunned.
"Dad, Mom, Uncle Ryan gave me a gift." At this time, Wuyue ran over from the study room excitedly, with Ryan following closely behind him.
"Oh? What gift?"
"It's a wish!"
Wuyue ran up to Xia Yucheng. Xia Yucheng held her shoulder with one hand and touched her forehead with the other to see if she was sweating.
"Wish?" Xia Yucheng raised his head and looked at Ryan. If a man like this could make a wish for a child, it would definitely come true no matter what.