You probably thought that if I sealed my memory, I would not live in your Brahma Palace, and the secret of your secret room would never be revealed to me.

But, Shen Jiuli, if I really forgot you, wouldn’t you be sad?

Shen Jiuli, when you die, don’t you really want me to be with you?

She grabbed the male wood carving tightly, and her lips were printed on the wood carving's lips. She closed her eyes slightly, and pressed down a sweet and fishy smell that surged in her chest.

The room was full of his breath. It was obvious that he spent here after sending Nianmo away.

A person's joy hall, a person's longing, a person's determination...

Ning Xuemo wandered around the room and wandered, and she found a thick stack of paintings.

Every painting is her, laughing, crying, angry, and shameful... all kinds of postures, expressions, and every painting is vivid, and the characters in each painting seem to be able to walk down...

She looked at those paintings one by one, without knowing the loss of time and the passage of time.

When you feel so distressed, you will feel numb...

She rubbed the paintings with her fingers as if she was copying the posture of the man when she was painting, as if the man was still standing at the table and writing to paint...

"Xuemo..." A sigh seemed to be heard in his ears, and his voice was so familiar...

She turned around stiffly, and seemed to see him standing by the bed, wearing the wide white robe he used to wear, with a cold appearance as before, and his dark blue eyes were staring at her, with a deep gaze.

She was stiff and her lips trembled for a moment before calling out: "Great God..."

Alassment?! This is an illusion!

She wanted to pounce on him, but she didn't dare!

I could only walk over step by step, and then trembled and stretched out my hand...

The person opposite was indeed gone, and there was only a sigh like a breeze passing by: "Snowmo, take care of yourself..."

It's indeed an illusion!

She slowly sat down beside the bed, feeling that all the strength in her body seemed to have been taken away, and she sat there motionlessly without thinking about moving.

When the sadness reaches the extreme, I can't cry.

She herself didn't know how long she had been there or how long she had been in a daze.

Suddenly she seemed to sense something, and suddenly looked up and saw Shen Nianmo standing at the entrance. He didn't know how long he had been standing here, his little face was faintly pale.

Ning Xuemo's heart sank and she hurriedly stood up: "Nian Mo!"

Shen Nian Mo's big eyes slowly turned, and finally fell on Ning Xuemo's face, opened his mouth and asked, "Mom, father will never come back, right?"

He is a sensitive child. In fact, he has had this suspicion for a long time, but he just dared not think about it or verify it...

Although I asked now, I actually hope to get a negative answer from my mother. He missed my father and couldn't imagine what would happen if my father never came back?

His eyes were wide open, with a hint of fragility and fear in his eyes.

Ning Xuemo's heart twitched, and he took a breath and walked over: "Don't think too much, your father will come back, it's just that it's a bit long. Nianmo should be patient and wait."

She raised her hand and wanted to pick up the child, but she didn't expect that Xiao Nianmo turned around and ran away: "Nianmo is going to study! My father left many books for Nianmo. Perhaps Nianmo finished reading and memorizing all these books, and he would come back..."

Ning Xuemo's hand stretched out stopped in the air, watching the child run away, and his heartache was beyond words.
Chapter completed!