[The past and the present + past and present life + Shuang Jie + Overlord]
When the crimson ball on the street corner was picked up, Xiao Heng just thought it was a problem to have one more.
Dressed like an actress, she knelt down on the carpet and drank yogurt. She couldn't hold the straw firmly and spilled it all over her hands. She raised her head and smiled at him, her eyes turned into crescents: "Husband, it's sweet."
Xiao Heng asked someone to take away all the snacks and told her expressionlessly:
First, I am not your husband; second, if you shout again, get out. Her eyes turned red on the spot, but she still held onto his sleeves without letting go, and whispered, "Aheng was not cruel to me before."
He shook her off, stared at her face for three seconds, then turned and walked away.
His heart beat a beat faster, which he blamed on staying up late.
He didn't believe in the past and present life, about the regent, about dying in battle, about the legitimate daughter of a noble family dying for love, they were all nonsense made up by her.
Until one day she disappeared. The mall was too big and the crowds were too dense. She was wearing the beige knitted skirt he bought, holding up the word "home" on the mobile phone screen to ask passers-by, and was squeezed into a corner by the crowd.
When Xiao Heng came over, she squatted in the fire escape and hugged her knees. When she saw him coming, she burst into tears: "I don't know the road... I only know you."
Xiao Heng knelt down and took her into his arms. The person in my arms was crying and twitching, saying, "You have hugged me like this before."
He didn't refute, he didn't remember anything about his previous life, but at this moment her trembling shoulders were pressed against his chest, and her heartbeats were beating in time like some distant echo of a reunion after a long absence.
Forget it, he lowered his head and pressed it against the top of her hair. If he didn't remember it, he wouldn't remember it. Just don't leave in this life.
