Xiyan knelt on the ground, the purple coarse cloth robe reflected the charming face, the faint melancholy between the eyebrows, looking from a distance, it seemed that there was a shisha rising like tea and a bitterness, her hand trembled and stroked Han Lang's face, often with a sunny smile face, with a clean cyan beard on his chin, his eyes closed, evoking a tenderness that she had never had before. In those days, just looking at him, she would forget about her situation and be bent on becoming happy. Maybe this happiness is forced, so the ending can only be parting. Lei Yao on the side watched her tears surging down silently, turned his face away, suppressed his heartache, quietly walked outside the house, carefully closed the wooden door, and left her alone in front of Han Lang.

Does she know that she is crying? Does she know that the pain in her eyes is beyond imagination? Does she know that she may have given her heart to herself? Does she know that even if she never admits it, she is already in love?

She finally opened the door and came out, her face full of tears, only her reddish eyes revealing the painful cry she had just had. Even the coarse cloth clothes could not hide her beauty, her hair was braided in two, hanging down on both sides, and she had a soft luster in the sun, far away from the noble place, she exuded vitality and vitality all over her body, like a flower blooming and stretching. Lei Yao looked at her with pity in his eyes.

He didn't expect her to come to him, and when he saw her face peeking out of her turban in front of the palace, he was shocked and couldn't believe that she was dressed as a commoner in front of him.

She calmly begged him to bring Han Lang back. The moment he heard this name, his heart set off a storm, a person he couldn't have imagined at all, actually had an intersection with her, a deep intersection. He felt jealousy, a strange feeling he had never experienced.

"Thank you. Xiyan smiled at him silently.

Han Lang was put on the carriage, she stepped forward and carefully helped Han Lang adjust his comfortable posture, for a person who had temporarily lost his senses, such an act seemed a bit redundant. The pity and affection in her eyes made Lei Yao feel a little sour.

"I'll get him back safely. Lei Yaoqiang pretended to be nothing, as if he hadn't penetrated her heart. "However, I can't guarantee what will happen when he wakes up. ”

"Will forget me. Xiyan's smile was charming and bleak. In order to make her forget everything and start over, Han Lang actually found herbs that could make people forget everything. But now, she used herbs on him.

"Will you really forget?"

"Absolutely. Han Lang was solemn.

"That's going to forget you, okay?"

"It's okay, although I will forget my former me, but I will be the person you remember the most in the future. ”

Their conversation is still ringing in my ears.

"Even if it's for his good, I don't think he'll be grateful to you, he'll just resent you. ”

"Maybe. Xiyan looked at Lei Yao, "But it doesn't matter." I don't want him or anyone else to have anything to do with me anymore. ”

"Is that me?" she was sometimes stubborn and hateful, and a weak woman had to pretend to be strong and endure to make people mad.

"Yes. Xi Yan's hair was stuck on her lips, and the tiny blood stains condensed, and she didn't realize it, "Han Lang, please ask the prince." ”

"Did you ever ask Yan Tianmu like this?" asked Lei Yao, his eyes lowered, looking at the dirt stains on the corners of her skirt, and his voice was weak.

"It's not so polite, it's not that easy. Xiyan smiled. Her hand grabbed Han Lang's hand nostalgically, and she didn't hide her feelings for him. Only when he is unaware of it, she will show her true feelings without scruples, she is reluctant, reluctant. Without his life, she didn't even have the courage to imagine it.

"He's gone, what are you going to do?" asked Lei Yao worriedly.

"Where you came from, where you are going. Xiyan smiled desolately.