On their wedding night, the red hijab on top of her head was raised by the happy name. Wu Yangzi looked at the handsome and tall man in front of him and lowered his head shyly. His face, which was usually a bit bright red, was even more delicate and red at this time, like a blooming peony flower. After a moment, he raised his head, looked at the person in front of him, and asked: "Who are you? Who am I... And who am I?"
The man smiled gently: "From now on, I am your husband and you are my wife."
So Wu Yangzi knew that on the eve of his wedding, he accidentally fell into a pond and was flooded, so he lost his memory.
But Mo Yichen said: "It doesn't matter, it will be fine."
After that, she took the medicine that Mo Yichen handed over to her day after day, saying it was prepared by a famous doctor.
The little green pill lasts for more than a year once I take it. The piano and the harp sing harmoniously, and the years are quiet and peaceful.
The weather was surprisingly sunny on the day Mo Xiaoquan came back. Wu Yangzi felt that the second young master standing in front of him was like the bright sun outside suddenly falling in front of his eyes.