At this time, Qingwu understood how heavy the lady was in the young master’s heart.

He didn't remember the past at all, but hid his wife in his subconscious deep in his heart.

He never forgot his wife for a moment, but he just couldn't remember it for a while.

No matter it is the blood clot in his head or the Gu in his body, he cannot forget the person he loves so deeply.

Qingwu's eyes felt a little sore.

Qin Muxiu was a very sensitive person. He realized something was wrong with her and looked at her.

"Why is your face red?"

Qingwu covered her face, "Not much."

"It's like a slap print."

Qin Muxiu said lightly, not much care or care in his tone.

Qingwu was very moved and covered her face, "It was Qingwu who was accidentally..."

She still wanted to be in love, but Qin Muxiu's mind had already dissipated to other places and she didn't even look at her.

Qingwu remembered Wan Duo's instructions - let him slowly accept the past, and then slowly accept Zhao Jiner and Qin Peng.

She felt very embarrassed, what should she say?

Tell him, what you said before was lying to you?

While hesitating, Qin Muxiu had already pulled away.

"Young Master~"

"Don't follow me, I want to walk around myself."

In the Buddhist temple, Qin Muxiu lit the sandalwood again and devoutly venerated the incense to each other.

The blind monk was still knocking on the wooden fish and chanting scriptures. He sat there, his hands still knocking and his mouth still opening and closing. On him, today is the same as yesterday, yesterday is the same as the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday is the same as every day before, and the most terrifying thing is that tomorrow is the same as the same as tomorrow.

His life has stopped.

Somehow, Qin Muxiu could feel a sense of tranquility in his heart when he looked at him.

He couldn't remember the past, and he didn't want to move forward either. He wanted to stop like the blind monk.

As for why he should stay still, he didn't know.

In the dark, he felt that there was a very important person in his past, and he was separated from her now.

So, he had to stop and wait for her to come to find him.

The blind monk opened his eyes at this moment, and his gray eyes turned around, which was somewhat terrifying.

Qin Muxiu didn't feel it, he asked, "How are the master doing these days?"

The blind monk smiled and said, "Day after day, it's just a cycle. But the donor, has there been any progress recently?"

"Progress?" Qin Muxiu could not understand his Zen words.

Seeing him with a confused look, the blind monk smiled, "Let's go back to the donor, although this marquis' mansion is small, it is also a world. If you go around, you will walk around. Why always be trapped in a room? After a while, you may be able to see the person you want to see, not necessarily?"

Qin Muxiu felt that the blind monk was pretending to be profound again.

Although he had lost his memory, he had known for so long in the Hou Mansion:

This marquis' mansion is a cage, he is a hawk with wings broken and trapped here.

What kind of person can you see in the cage?

What's more, he had no one he wanted to meet.

I couldn't remember it before, and he hated every person in front of me.

But today's head doesn't hurt so much. He really wants to walk around, always staying in the house, and he is so decadent.

The garden is so big that he is not interested in visiting.

It seemed as if there was some mysterious force that led him, and before he knew it, he came to a small courtyard.

The gate of the courtyard was open, and a young woman who was cleaning up was sitting on a chair, lowering her head and fiddling with something seriously.
Chapter completed!