But even if she is young and ignorant, Zhong Luoxue still understands the responsibilities she has to shoulder as the young master of Syracuse, and when the year is about to end, it is time for her to embark on the journey home.

Zhong Luoxue took off the exquisite ring that she had never left since she was a child and gave it to Mo Lan Jiuye, and promised him that she would definitely come back to find him after returning to Syracuse to tell her father.

"So, what about after that? Luo Xue, did she come back? Ling Luo had unconsciously fallen into this pure and beautiful aiqing story, as if he had completely forgotten what this topic was for in the first place.

Mo Lan Jiuye's eyes gradually became foggy, his big hand stroked Ling Luo's hair, his tone was soft and charming, and the red light in his eyes loomed, "Snow, sleep." ”

Although Ling Luo wore the amethyst given to her by Jing Li, which could protect her from being confused by illusions, but Mo Lan Jiuye's pupil technique was really powerful, even with the blessing of Amethyst, Ling Luo was still inevitably confused by his lazy and beautiful voice and appearance, and gradually sleepiness hit her mind, and then she fell soft on Mo Lan Jiu Ye and fell asleep.

Mo Lan Jiuye lay Ling Luo on the bed, and then carefully covered her with the quilt, his hand brushed the broken hair in front of Ling Luo's forehead, and then gently imprinted a kiss between her eyebrows.

That's enough, just remember that they were good in the past, and let it be as if it never happened, because they will have a future.

It should be because of the Confusion Technique, Ling Luo slept for a long time this night, until she woke up from her sleep, Ling Luo still couldn't tell whether the things in the dream were the reality that had ever happened.

Ling Luo saw many vague scenes in his dream: a large field of rosemary all over the sky, a young man in white sitting on the top of a high mountain, they were holding hands and laughing and hugging in the sea of flowers, and the beautiful and delicate wreath of flowers held in their white and warm hands......

Countless scenes are like photos that are frozen in a moment, although they are not so real, but the warm and beautiful feeling hovered in Ling Luo's heart for a long time and never retreated.

Ling Luo's expression was a little trance, because this feeling was indeed very wonderful, as if she was Luo Xue herself, she had experienced those beautiful things with her, and she could clearly feel the emotional surge of her heart, Ling Luo, who originally just regarded herself as a bystander, didn't know what to do in the face of such an irrepressible heartbeat.

But no matter what, Ling Luo's approach was right, because she could at least remember some of her memories through Mo Lan Jiuye's narration, which was very important to her entire Jihua.

However, Mo Lan Jiuye seemed to be very resistant to what happened after Luo Xue returned to Syracuse, and he didn't want to say anything to Ling Luo, and this was the most confusing place, presumably Ling Luo's spiritual power was banned, and a large part of the reason was because of this memory.

Just as Ling Luo was brainstorming, Qian walked in, still stunned and silent, just quietly standing aside, as if a transparent person did not exist at all.

Ling Luo held his chin with one hand, looked leisurely at Qian who was hiding in the corner, stared at the white cloth wrapped around his hand, and couldn't help asking, "Does the hand injury still hurt?" ”