The pair of eyes covered with long eyelashes moved slightly, and then finally opened slowly, and there was a moment of absence in the deep black eyes.
"Second Senior Brother, you wake up!!"
"Second Junior Brother, you wake up!!"
Zhizhen and Zhimei spoke at the same time, shouting towards Zhishan with surprise on their faces.
Zhishan was stunned for a while, then slowly turned his head, looked at Zhizhen and Zhimei for a moment, frowned, and said in a weak voice: "Brother Zhizhen, Junior Brother Zhimei, why are you here??"
"Junior brother, it's great, you haven't lost your memory!!" Hua Weiluo looked at Zhishan in surprise, with unwiped tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.
"Hua Weiluo??" Zhishan turned to look at Hua Weiluo sitting next to the bed, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, then looked down at the hand she held tightly, and then looked at her cheek.
He hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice: "Senior Sister, why are you crying?"
The air in the room condensed in an instant.
"What did you just... call me??" Hua Weiluo looked at Zhishan and asked with some uncertainty.
"The flowers have not yet fallen." Zhishan hesitated for a moment, then looked at her and said calmly, and calmly withdrew his hand from hers.
"You...you don't remember me??" The expression on Hua Weiluo's face suddenly froze.
"Aren't you the flower that has not yet fallen??" Zhishan frowned, raised his head with doubts in his eyes, looked at Zhizhen and Zhimei, then looked at her and asked: "Aren't you the senior sister?"
"I...yeah..." Hua Weiluo looked at Zhishan with dumbfounded eyes, and opened her red lips. After a while, she reluctantly said: "But you...don't usually call me that..."
"Then what do I usually call you??" Zhishan sat up slightly and looked at her very puzzledly. The movement slightly affected the wound on his chest. He couldn't help but frown and lowered his head towards his own.
He looked at his chest, then looked at Zhi Zhen Zhi Mei and said strangely: "Am I injured? Did I fail to capture another monster this time??"
Zhizhen and Zhimei looked at each other, then shook their heads at the same time.
"Didn't it fail??" Zhishan raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the two of them, nodded hesitantly and said: "That's right, I see you are both standing here intact. If the demon has failed, logically it should be you.
The two of them are a little bit worse off than me..."
"Little...little junior brother..." Hua Weiluo saw that he didn't look in her direction at all, and felt a slight pain in her heart. He had indeed not forgotten herself, but he had forgotten his feelings for her.
"Huh??" Zhishan turned around and looked at Hua Weiluo's tear-stained face. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took out a handkerchief from his sleeve robe and handed it to Hua Weiluo, "Take it, wipe it."
Just wipe it off, why are you crying like this??"
"..." Hua Weiluo looked at the handkerchief he handed over with some confusion, and took it stiffly.
"How do I usually call you?" Zhishan looked at her slightly lost look, and remembered that the question she just asked had not been answered yet, so he continued to ask.
"..." Hua Weiluo raised her eyes and looked into his deep eyes. There was indeed no bright light that he usually looked at her, no trace of sweet doting, "It's nothing... you did call me
