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I glanced at what he was holding, and although his face was very calm, he was secretly startled.

Isn't this the mask I hid? He can even turn it out!

It was really an eye-opener!

In view of his words that prevented me from losing my temper, I had no choice but to suppress the anger that wanted to explode in my heart, and asked him in a low voice.

"What does that mean?"

"Didn't you say you hadn't seen my mask, how could it be in your treasure cave?"

This man is so straightforward!

I just think these two masks look good.

I did pick up both masks. The little one I picked up on the edge of a cliff a few months ago when I woke up shortly ago, while foraging. The big one was picked up on the third day he fell.

The two masks were picked up in about the same position, and when I saw this larger silver mask, I thought it was the same pair as I picked up a few months ago, so I put them away.

Later, he asked me if I had seen his mask, and I was angry with him at the time, so I didn't bother to tell him, so I had these things later.

"Didn't you say whoever picked it up would belong to whom?" I said stiffly.

He held two masks, one large and one small, one on my face and one on his, revealing only each other's eyes.

His voice came from behind the mask: "Two masks are a pair. You forgot what I sent you?"

"The mask was mine?"

I snatched the mask he had fastened over my face, carefully identified it repeatedly, and gently stroked the carved plum blossom on it, but could not think of anything.

I sighed and said in frustration, "I don't remember anything!"

When I first saw Nan Ronglie at the bottom of the valley, although I saved him, I was deeply wary in my heart, and I didn't want to expose my affairs to him too much.

After getting along with each other for a while, I gradually found that he had no ill will towards me, so I relaxed my vigilance, especially today's words, which made me feel that maybe I was really his Weier.

Nan Ronglie didn't allow me to think about it, and took me into his arms again.

"Fool, of course I know you have amnesia. Otherwise, how could you not remember me!"

"But how can you recognize me? My face ......"

I suddenly thought of my disfigured face, and a flood of sadness and despair came to me. I struggled out of his embrace, my hands covering my scarred cheeks.

"Wei'er, as long as you live is more important than anything else! What I want is that in the days to come, you and I will be happy, our hearts will be sealed, and life and death will depend on each other. As long as you're by my side, I like what you become. ”

Nam Rongyeol held my face, my hands were covered by his big hands, and the temperature of his palms was just right to soothe my sadness.

I refused to look up at him, my eyelids lowered. Does he really not care about my looks?

"Fool, why don't you dare look at me?"

"You're so good-looking!"

His hand seemed to tremble when he heard my words, and after a while, he said with a thick smile: "Wei'er, do you know? ”

I can't remember the days he said, was it the two feelings and two hearts that he said were happy and dependent?

"How was I when we first met?"

His deep dark eyes blinked twice, and a smile filled his eyelashes: "At that time, you had sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, and you were cunning and mean, and you also designed to poison me, causing me to itch for a day and a night, and my chest was about to be scratched." ”

He scratched my nose and finally burst out laughing.

Can you laugh like this when I poisoned him? It seems that he really likes me, oh no. It's like Viola.

"You really don't care about my looks?"

The cry he blurted out when he woke up and saw me for the first time suddenly sounded in his mind. Although there were only two words, although he never said them again, although I didn't feel sad at the time, but today, in the face of his affectionate confession, I can no longer ignore those two words.

The first time he saw me, he thought I was a female ghost.

How can he say he doesn't care about my looks?

"Don't care!" he lifted my chin with his hand, forcing me to look into his unwavering eyes.

"But the day you woke up......"

As if he had guessed what I was trying to say, he pressed his fingers to my lips and wouldn't let me continue.

"I thought I was dead that day. I was in a panic, that's why I hurt you! And the shack you built was so dim that I couldn't see you clearly. ”

"You won't let me touch you!" I remembered the look on his disgusted face when I fed him the medicine and told me to leave.

"I won't let any of my daughters touch me in this world except for Wei'er!

His explanations sounded as good as the oath.

My mother once said that men with rhetoric cannot be trusted.

Mother's words popped up in my mind for no reason. I don't even remember what my mother looks like, how can I remember Nam Ronglie?

Am I going to trust him? Can the man in front of me really be trusted?

Nan Ronglie seemed to notice that I was distracted, hugged my waist, tightened his arms tightly, and said solemnly word by word: "Wei'er, let me tell you again, I don't care about your face. I love what you become, as long as it's you. ”

"When you and I first met, you faced me as someone else, and later when I restored your true face, I didn't change my original intention for you. I have seen countless beauties since I was a child, and my appearance is just an external skin, and only superficial people will care about it. What I care about is the love of you and me sharing weal and pain, what I care about is the resonance and comfort of your soul, and what I care about is that no matter what happens, you and I will never give up!"

His voice was sonorous and powerful, his eyes were as firm as the sun, and he was bathed in his deep affection, and I gradually let go of the obsession just now.

He seemed to see in my eyes that my attitude was loose, one hand still holding my chin, but the other hand gently brushed my somewhat messy hair behind my ear: "Wei'er, you can't feel the feeling of being like a knife when I lose you. I will never allow myself to lose you again in this life. No matter how many dangers stand in front of us, even if we have to be enemies of all the people in the world, we must be together and never be separated again. ”

Nan Ronglie's two warm big hands held my hand tightly, and the temperature of his palm slowly swam to my blood and straight into my heart.

"Wei'er, you can only have me for the rest of your life, and I will never let go of your hand for the rest of my life. ”

I lay on his chest and listened quietly to his heartbeat.

The sound was really familiar, though I can't remember if I'd heard it before.

The road is bumpy, regardless of the ruggedness. With you for the rest of my life, life and death depend on each other.

I slowly stretched out my hand and wrapped my arms around his waist, and endured it for a long time, and finally I couldn't hide it anymore, and a burst of heat gushed out of my sore eyes, slowly dripping from the corners of my eyes, wetting his broad and warm chest.

It took a long time for me to speak.

"For the rest of your life, will you stay at the bottom of the valley with me?"

(To be continued.) )