The glow of the sky gradually dimmed, and the color changed from crimson to crimson, leaving only a pale shade of pink. Although it was already early autumn, the garden still seemed to be full of spring.

Outside, the grass and trees are withered and yellow, and the leaves are flying, but here are still verdant trees and grass.

Thousands of purple and red wildflowers grow freely in these yellow soils, as if the overlapping seasons and the change of day and night have nothing to do with them.

Although she was a little surprised, her mind was all on the pot of memory flowers at the moment.

The M Realm holds all the memories of mortals in the world.

Everyone who comes into this world is a grass that blooms.

The seed of memory begins to take root from the moment it takes root. What kind of life you use to nurture memory, what kind of flowers it will bloom. As you sow, so shall you reap.

If you love life, you will have a good time. If you are cynical, you are miserable.

Flowers, life.

Flowers fail, people die.

Chu Yuyi has always guarded Hu Zijing's memory flower. She clearly remembered that a long time ago, she planted Hu Zijing's memory flower here.

She remembered that it was in this location, and there were a few green bamboos on the side, and she thought that she could best hide the memory flower. But now, she couldn't find a trace, and the ground was so flat that it seemed like there was no trace of it.

"Impossible...... It can't ......," she muttered to herself.

When Luo Di handed Hu Zijing's memory flower into her hands, he repeatedly told her that the growth of this flower reflected the recovery of Hu Zijing's memory. More importantly, this is related to Hu Zijing's life.

She sat on the ground, ignoring the muddy dirt staining her knees, and felt like she was soaking wet.

The surface of the lake is like a huge mirror, and the flowers and clouds in the reflection are as silent as death.

"How?"

A cold voice rang out. There was a dark shadow in the reflection of the lake, and all the flowers and plants disappeared without a trace.

"Hunan Xiaonian ......"

This long-lost name rang in her ears, but she didn't want to hear it.

"What are you looking for?"

Chu Yiyi immediately looked up and saw that Luo Di was holding a flower in his hand at the moment.

She heard her own hoarse voice coming from her throat, like a cup of nectar from a field that had not rained for a long time. "This is his?"

The obvious displeasure in Lodi's eyes made her realize that she was out of control. She adjusted her mood and slowly stood up, her tone as calm as possible. "I thought I had lost Hu Zijing's memory, and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to complete the task."

"Is that really all there is to it?" Lodi looked at her coldly, and slowly, slowly, his other hand touched the memory flower, and one large palm covered it.

She watched Lodi's every move. She knew it was Lodi testing whether she had cheated on him.

She just felt that the heart in her chest felt like it was being caught in a huge net, and the rope was getting tighter and tighter, and she couldn't breathe.

But even if you suffocate, you can't stop it. She told herself.

Lodi's hand finally covered the flower, pinched it violently, rubbed its fingers, and finally uprooted.

The petals are withered, and there are no roots to rely on.

Flowers fail, people die......

"Really? You don't have other personal feelings? Lodi walked up to her, staring at her with a sharp gaze.

Chu Yiyi's panting sound became heavier and heavier, and he couldn't control it no matter how he suppressed it. Her lips were white, and she still bit her lip and insisted, "Really." I'm just here to get the job done. ”

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