"Who do you think I am, little girl?"
The carriage curtain was elegantly lifted from the inside by a very beautiful hand. Inside the carriage, in the light and shadow, the tall and handsome figure of a man could be vaguely seen.
The man was wearing light purple clothes, a jade belt around his waist, and a gauze dress outside. His long black hair hung down behind his shoulders like silk.
"What, you don't recognize me?" He smiled and leaned towards Jiuer.
Because of this action, a whiff of fragrance wafts into the air.
Because of this action, his entire body was exposed to bright light.
It was a face that was exquisite and stunning.
Her skin was as beautiful as cherry blossoms in March, and her eyes sparkled like glass.
She smiled gently, as charming and graceful as a Persian cat, and as clear and refined as spring water.
This man was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, but he was not as tall and strong as an ordinary man, nor as delicate and charming as a woman.
He seemed to have a boundless spring light on him, the most brilliant and beautiful thing in the world.
But it is also like opium, extremely dangerous and addictive.
Jiuer opened her mouth.
It's been a long time since we last met.
Compared with the person she remembered, this person seemed to have not changed much, but also seemed to have changed a lot.
The last time they met, she was seven and he was seventeen.
Now, she is sixteen and he is twenty-six.
The way he addressed her changed from "little girl Xiao Jiuer" to "little girl" now.
In the past, Jiuer had not been with her family for a long time, but this was only a short period of half a year, and she saw her relatives whom she hadn't seen for almost nine years.
She suddenly murmured in great grievance, "Uncle."
Ling Duannian leaned forward and touched her head, saying gently, "Come up."
He stretched out his hand, and Jiuer took his hand and got into the carriage.
The simplicity inside the carriage and outside the carriage are completely two different worlds.
It is not only spacious but also well-equipped.
Ling Duannian glanced at Jiuer, who was wearing thin clothes, and did not think she was cold like the others did. Instead, he said in a gentle voice, "Stretch out your hand."
Jiuer stretched out her hand obediently.
Let the other party take your pulse.
In her previous interactions with this uncle, she had never been so well-behaved and obedient.
I even felt that this young uncle was very much like me in terms of character, and he was not much older than me. At that time, I was young and loved to play, so I never considered this young uncle as my elder from the bottom of my heart.
It's more like treating him as a fun, interesting and smart person.
After taking her pulse, Ling Duannian glanced at her.
He took her pulse not for anything else but to check her current physical condition.
After making sure that her physical condition was in a relatively stable state, he asked, "Do you know what happened to you?"
Perhaps it was because she was facing her caring relatives that Jiuer became more vulnerable.
She didn't even think about anything. She just felt her breath stuck in her throat. The sore feeling was not only in her eyes, but spread throughout her body. Her heart clearly didn't think about anything, but she still felt pain.
She looked up at the young man who was much taller than she remembered, and asked pitifully, "Uncle, what's wrong with me?"
Ling Duannian looked at her, "You don't remember what you did to yourself. Do you want to remember it?" This was certainly not something he could tell by taking her pulse. This kind of thing couldn't be told by taking her pulse.
She had done things to herself that she didn't even remember?
There was pity and sigh in Ling Duannian's eyes.
This little girl is really similar to him in some ways...
"Do you know why you have been vomiting blood for no reason recently?"
Jiuer looked at him, and at this moment she seemed to have become a little girl who really knew nothing, and had completely lost her usual calmness and wit.
"On the one hand, you are subconsciously grief-stricken because of Duan Rong's death. The deeper reason is that some emotions that have been subconsciously nurtured in your bones without your knowledge have conflicted with the several soul-sucking hypnotic restrictions you placed on yourself."
"Even if you hadn't met me, you would have soon broken through the several hypnotic restrictions you put on yourself before coming to Cangyu."
Jiuer's fingers began to tremble slightly.
Although she still didn't remember it, she was not stupid after all.
I am a doctor of that level, and she knows me well enough, so she understood me almost immediately.
Ling Duannian's voice was elegant and beautiful, as if it carried some kind of magic as he said, "Little girl, look at me."
Jiuer looked out subconsciously...
Gradually lost consciousness.
A moment later.
Jiuer, whose hypnosis Ling Duannian had lifted, regained consciousness and began to tremble all over.
She remembered.
I remembered everything.
When she got the chance to survive, she made a plan in an instant.
Because that method requires her and his "medicine", a union of body and soul with mutual sympathy and love for each other to be effective.
She found it difficult for her to fall in love with a man, but in order to survive, she had to fall in love with him.
First of all, she would never do that when she was sober.
So she prepared an amnesia poison and carried it with her, ready to use it on herself as soon as she arrived in Cangyu Kyoto.
That’s not all, because she knew that the amnesia poison could be easily cracked.
Especially for her.
So she hypnotized herself, not once, but three times!
I placed three restrictions on myself, allowing myself to subconsciously engrave my love for Su Jingxing in my bones and blood!
I hypnotized myself again and made myself forget about it completely.
She thought that even if the amnesia poison was broken by then, she would still fall in love with Su Jingxing because of her deep affection for him, without realizing that she had hypnotized herself!
She covered herself as if she had a hole in her heart, and almost murmured, "Uncle, I feel so bad... I feel so bad, uncle."
Ling Duannian sighed and patted her head gently.
"Can you see your true feelings?"
Jiuer felt as if thousands of arrows were piercing her heart, and she almost vomited blood again.
"Uncle, I didn't even say goodbye to Duan Rong. I didn't even have the chance to say goodbye to him. It shouldn't have been like this, really..."
If she hadn't placed so many hypnotic restrictions on herself, even one less would have been enough.
Ling Duannian did not arrive in Cangyu today, he has been here for three days.
During these three days, he investigated some more things.
She naturally knew what Jiuer meant.
Jiuer came out of the Su Mansion a few days ago and was very ill. This made the restrictions she had placed on herself work to their fullest, suppressing all the vague feelings she had for Duan Rong before, and completely suppressing them.
Because she came to Cangyu to survive.
When she became so ill, her body's subconscious told her more than ever that there was only one Su Jingxing in her heart.
Ling Duannian looked slightly outside the carriage, making it difficult to see his expression. "Some people, even if you have the chance to say goodbye, will be engraved in your heart and will be indelibly marked."
Jiuer looked at him, but Ling Duannian moved his gaze away, with no other clues in his eyes.
"Perhaps what I am going to say next will make you feel better. It is about your father and the former Saint of the West Moon Holy Church."
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