In the first life, Yuncheng Fenghuo, Minister of Commerce x Miss.
In the second life, a cultural relic restorer x a descendant of a medical family.
The curtains were opened, and the city lights shone in and fell beside the bed, and the figures on the bed were vaguely visible.
Huo Ran curled up, clutching the pillow tightly with his right hand, kissing the back of his hand with his lips, sucking on the thin flesh, and tears fell bit by bit.
She is Jiayu, she is Song Jiayu.
For so many days, she asked the other party to participate in the project, and "encountered" her somewhere from time to time. Even when she was caught following him, she pretended not to care and made nonsense excuses, all to get closer to her and get more information about her.
But Jiayu has completely forgotten herself now. The memory between them is no longer there, and so is the love. The weak connection she worked so hard to create collapsed after discovering that Song Jiayu didn't remember it at all.
Huo Ran's hand gripped the pillow so tightly, as if blood could easily break through the thin layer of flesh.
It hurt, and the colic in her heart choked her breathing several times. Tears had fallen, but she was speechless.
Jiayu, who should I miss now? Who should I love?
The lights of the city gradually turned out late at night, replaced by the soft moon. The entire city was silent under the bright moonlight, except for the suppressed sobs that overflowed from a certain window.
In the third life, he forbears and restrains the reincarnated elder of the Biyun Sect, the leader of the Biyun Sect.
"If you wait for me for three thousand years, then I will love you for six thousand years."
Current progress: The second life is in progress.
Intent: Love is mutual redemption
