But when his eyes fell on the woman's face, Fan Ruoyu's small but delicate cheeks showed surprise. What she saw was the face she had missed so much, her mother's appearance.

Suddenly, she laughed and instinctively threw herself into the arms of the woman in white, "Mother, Ruoyu misses you so much!"

The woman in white froze, "Who are you? What did you call me?" A voice sounded as cold as ice that had been frozen for thousands of years, and her hands pushed away the Keren'er who rushed towards her at the same time.

But when his hand touched the body of the person who was rushing towards him, Han's eyes suddenly condensed. He looked at his palm with some disbelief as it passed through the child's body again.

The palms of her hands turned into fists and she clenched them tightly. She tried her best to suppress the panic in her heart. What happened to her? Why is there no memory of her being in this situation in her mind? [

But - even if she has no memory, she can still know with certainty that she does not know her.

But - even if she has no memory, she can still know with certainty that she has really never seen her.

"Who are you?" She said again, but this time her hands didn't move, and her body didn't move either. She knew that even if she moved, it would be useless, but she was still curious about why the child who was holding her could touch her? But she didn't.

It can only be worn through the body.

At this time, Fan Ruoyu raised his head, his eyes were dim with tears, his face was full of grievances, and his eyes were clear and bright, "Mother, don't you recognize Ruoyu?" He asked confused questions, and suddenly let go of the woman in white in fear.

, screamed: "No, you are not the mother. The mother's heart is bright red, but yours is dark!" It is impossible to see clearly what that heart looks like through the dusty black screen.

The woman in white frowned and lowered her head to look at herself. Heart? Dark? The corners of her lips curled up. Yes, it was dark! But the clothes she wore were very strange, like ancient Hanfu. What she wore was a medium-sized garment.

. Raised his head again, looking at the half-grown child in front of him with scrutiny. He was also wearing a white middle coat, with his hair pulled into a small bun, and his face was delicate and slightly childish. He frowned, and his appearance looked...

It looks a bit familiar. His eyebrows are suddenly relaxed, and his petite face looks slightly childish. Isn't it exactly what he looked like when he was ten years old?

His lips pursed slightly, "Who are you?" His voice was still cold without any warmth, but there was a question in his words, "What's your name?"

His eyes were locked on Fan Ruoyu, and the scrutiny in his eyes was undisguised.

She didn't hear an answer, and the woman wasn't in a hurry. She just looked around. But as her eyes turned, the woman's eyebrows wrinkled deeper than before. She thought to herself, where is this? A vast white mist,

I couldn't see anything. I seemed to hear some noisy sounds in my ears, but I couldn't hear them clearly.

The woman walked slowly, thinking about how she got here? Why didn't she have any impression? What happened?

Xiao Ruoyu was also confused, but what she was confused about was why her heart felt so strange when she saw this person? It was not bright red or black, but surrounded by a thick black mist, and in the darkness, she felt
Chapter completed!