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Ming looked at the two people in the courtyard and their figures disappeared.

Bei Yutang turned around and looked at the man in front of her, her eyes full of disbelief, her voice trembling slightly, "What did you just call me?"

Feng Lihen felt as if his head was being pricked by needles, and waves of stabbing pain came over him. The hand on her waist suddenly loosened.

"What did you call me just now?" Bei Yutang asked again anxiously.

Feng Lihen held his head and looked up at her. The person in front of him no longer gave him the familiar feeling as before.

Bei Yutang noticed that he was holding his head down, "What's wrong with you?"

When her hand was about to touch his hand, Feng Lihen took two steps back to avoid her touch.

The indifference and alienation emanating from him made Bei Yutang pause.

She didn't feel that bond with him, no sense of familiarity.

He is not him.

However, she held a glimmer of hope in her heart.

Bei Yutang looked at him persistently, "What did you just call me?"

"I'm sorry, I was abrupt just now, young lady."

Bei Yutang didn't hear what he said, but instead asked persistently: "Answer me, what did you just call me?"

Feng Lihen was shocked by the madness and persistence in her eyes. He paused for a moment and recalled what he had just said in his mind. It seemed that he had said something, but he couldn't remember what it was.

"Sorry, girl. I have forgotten what I just said. I don't think it's anything important." Feng Lihen replied coldly.

Bei Yutang showed a hint of disappointment on her lips, and looked at him deeply with her cold eyes.

She was really crazy and even had auditory hallucinations. What was even more ridiculous was that she began to imagine that he might be him.

Feng Lihen looked at her lost back as she left, and his heart ached slightly. The feeling was very short-lived and disappeared in a flash.

Separated by a wall, the two of them lay on their beds, looking at the bright moon outside the window with the same absent-minded look.

When the sky turned pale, Bei Yutang finally sat up and got out of bed.

As she walked out of the room, the door next door opened at the same time, and the two of them walked out of the room almost at the same time. When they saw each other, they were both stunned.

"Good morning." Bei Yutang greeted calmly.

Feng Lihen nodded slightly, and saw her calmly walking past him. At this moment, her expression was indifferent, as if everything last night was just an illusion in his dream.

Feng Lihen collected his thoughts and sat in meditation and breathing in the courtyard.

Bei Yutang entered the kitchen and began to cook. Smoke rose from the kitchen, and soon a series of ding-dong sounds could be heard from the kitchen. Feng Lihen, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, could clearly hear the ding-dong sounds and could not calm down.

He stood up suddenly and headed towards the kitchen.

"How can I help you?" Feng Lihen stood at the door and looked at the busy people in the house.

Bei Yutang glanced at him and ordered directly, "Light the fire."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something and asked again, "Can you make a fire?"

"meeting."

Feng Lihen sat behind the stove and picked up the firewood beside him and added it.

Feng Lihen's gaze passed over the stove and fell on Bei Yutang, and his eyes unconsciously stayed on her.

Bei Yutang watched the fire get smaller and coughed lightly, "It's out of fire."

Hearing the sound, Feng Lihen suddenly woke up. Looking back, he saw that the flame in the stove had turned from a big fire to a small flame, and the poor little flame could go out at any time.