I finally understood why they wanted to erase my memory. It turned out that I was the culprit. If I was allowed to live with such sinful memories, it would be better to kill me. Because there is no self-blame as painful as hating yourself.
Because there is no way to forgive myself.
In that lost memory, I killed my father, my mother, my entire clan, and made Ao Ying bear the charge of being a traitor for me.
I……
Yan Xiaoqing saw that I was out of breath from crying and was at a loss what to do: "Don't cry, don't cry. Do you hear me? Alas... I really can't do anything to you, come on."
As soon as I finished speaking, I fell into another embrace, and before I could see which elder brother it was, I was kissed on the mouth.
"Xia Yan, the lonely king asked you to stop crying, but he didn't let you..." Yan Xiaoqing's furious voice came.
"Hmm~~~" Not only did she stop crying, she was also frightened.
The tip of the tongue that was plundering wantonly in the mouth retreated, Xia Yan let go of me, and Yan Xiaoqing, who was already furious, put away his anger in time and looked at us dryly.
"This method is very effective, isn't it?" Xia Yan looked at Yan Xiaoqing provocatively.
Then Xia Yan looked down at me: "Don't you remember me?"
"I remember now." I whispered.
I was indeed in a daze just now, because the old memories were forcefully pushed in, and new memories had to make room, but fortunately, I did not throw away the memories I have now.
Following closely, Qi Xuan, Hanyang, Xia Huanzhi, Xiao Qi... all returned to their minds, as if they had had a long dream.
Xia Yan relaxed his smile and nudged me with his forehead: "Are you ready?"
I sobbed and nodded timidly.
"Let her down quickly." Yan Xiaoqing urged impatiently, as if being held by Xia Yan had tainted me.
Xia Yan didn't argue with him and put me down gently.
I shook my head vigorously to calm myself for a while. After a while, I suddenly looked back at Yan Xiaoqing: "Why did my memory suddenly come back?"
I begged them so many times before but was unwilling to do so, but now I have agreed. Why isn't this strange?
Yan Xiaoqing pointed to the hourglass not far away and said: "Liu Chi did something in the hourglass. The time is wrong, it is twelve hours late. In other words, there are still three sticks of incense left to recite the text on the wall.
If you don't come out, your Xia Yan will never wake up again."
I took a few steps back and looked at Yan Xiaoqing in disbelief: "What did you say?"
"Don't ask so many questions. You still have two sticks of incense left." Yan Xiaoqing's expression didn't look like he was joking at all.
Oh My God……
"Didn't we have three sticks of incense just now? Where did the time of that stick of incense go?" I shouted in a broken voice.
"I cried because of you." Yan Xiaoqing said lukewarmly.
"Then you didn't tell me earlier." Damn it, if I had known this earlier, I would have waited until I finished reciting it before crying.
Xia Yan seemed very calm: "I didn't expect Liuchi to retain such a hand."
"Don't underestimate that guy, you will never guess what he is thinking." Yan Xiaoqing's tone was extremely cold. When he looked at me, his tone changed: "Why are you still standing here?"
There was not much time for me to think too much, so I quickly turned my attention to the wall.
You know, I have the best memory of what I have done wrong in the past, just because of my ability to hold grudges...
In less than one stick of incense, I was able to recite two texts proficiently without even a single pause.
