Mo Yunzhao looked up at Ling Jingyu standing under the corridor, bathed in sunlight, dressed in a red brocade robe, like a dream.
It is near yet far.
Ling Jingyu smiled and said, "If A Zhao cares about me, she can ask me."
"It's gone."
Asking won't get you an answer, it's a waste of time.
Mo Yunlan held a storybook in her arms, then looked at the two people who seemed a little strange, and followed Mo Yunzhao's footsteps.
Big White looked up at the corridor, where there was a bird's nest, with long white feathers that were faintly visible. His beard twitched and his tiger face darkened.
It wants to eat bird meat!
"Let's go." Fu Meng patted the tiger's butt.
Watching them leave, Ling Jingyu's figure standing under the corridor looked desolate and lonely.
Nie You: "Your Highness."
Ling Jingyu raised his head and said, "If you don't know how to compromise, you really won't be able to marry Miss Mo."
Nie You, holding his sword, said, "I never intended to marry Miss Mo."
Ling Jingyu smiled and waved.
Nie You retreated, completely bewildered.
Ling Jingyu lazily lay back on the chaise lounge, squinted for a while, and then took off the ice silk gloves he was wearing.
Her fingers were long and slender like bamboo joints, each one tender and white, yet seemingly covered in frost, with a faint trace of ice visible at the base of her nails.
He lowered his eyes.
One day you die, one day you are reborn; ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.
She is, and so is he.
Rebirth is an act against the will of Heaven.
And he was willing to defy fate for her.
He was willing to accept any divine punishment, but he could not bear to lose her.
She remembers everyone, but she has forgotten him.
It was he who did it.
Human memory is also intricately interwoven.
Before his rebirth, he extracted a wisp of her memory, her memories of him, and also her hatred for him.
It was him who made her forget him.
Having been given a second chance at life, she should live freely and unrestrainedly, not be trapped by her hatred for him.
He didn't want to be hated by her anymore.
If that's the case, what's the point of living a second life?
She never expected that, even though she should have forgotten him completely, she would still remember him.
Thinking about the recent improvement in their relationship, and her playful, angry laughter towards him...
Ling Jingyu smiled contentedly, put on his ice silk gloves, and concealed his hands.
"That's good."
...
We left Nianzhao Pavilion.
Mo Yunzhao stood on the street, looking back at the three characters "Nian Zhao Ge" on the plaque.
The gate was guarded by upright guards, and there were also two stone lions.
The entire mansion looked solemn and imposing, making people want to keep their distance.
However, the nameplate of Nian Zhaoge, with its feminine touch, somehow diminished the solemnity and grandeur of the place.
Mo Yunlan rested her chin on her hand, looking at the plaque with her. "Nian Zhao, missing A Zhao?"
"Your Highness's courtyard is called Si Zhao Courtyard, isn't it?" Fu Meng interjected.
The two men and the tiger all looked up at Mo Yunzhao.
This is definitely a third-party affair!
Mo Yunzhao calmly turned around.
Two men and a tiger followed closely behind her.
Mo Yunlan was easygoing, so she quickly pulled Mo Yunzhao aside and started talking to her about Mo Yangcheng.
Where to buy the best rouge, where to find the most beautiful hair accessories, where to find the most fashionable clothing stores, and where to find the best restaurants.
There were also stalls of all kinds, making it a very lively place.
Mo Yunzhao watched as Mo Yunlan happily bought her all sorts of delicious food and fun toys, and even gave her detailed introductions, laughing heartily.
A blurry image involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
It seems that in her past life, after she regained her sight, there was someone who was just as excited as her older sister and enthusiastically introduced her to new things.
"Ah Zhao, this is candied hawthorn, it's red, like red agate."
"Ah Zhao, look, this is a plum blossom-shaped hair accessory, the one you like."
"A Zhao..."
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