Luo Yunhua then turned to Luo Yunyao:

"Sister Yun Yao, I have to trouble you to arrange the rest of the matter, so that your sister-in-law can recuperate quietly."

After speaking, he turned around and left the room without looking at Murong Jue again.

Murong Xuanjun, who was in a fog of the clouds, probably understood something at this time, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember a little bit of the past, and his beautiful brows furrowed tightly.

Seeing this, Luo Yunyao hurriedly stepped forward to appease Murong Xuan:

"Sister-in-law, don't be afraid, I will arrange someone to take care of you, you are safe here, you will not be hurt again, you will take good care of your body these days, don't force yourself if you can't remember those things, I will explain to you one by one in the future, if the girl's mothers are not taken care of, or if there is something to think of and ask someone to ask clearly, you just come to me."

Murong Juejun looked at the handsome girl in front of her, and the anxiety and panic in her heart were a little less, but she thought in her heart that at this time, no one dared to completely believe it. Even though he thought so, Murong nodded and pulled out a reluctant smile at Luo Yunyao.

Looking at the haggard appearance of the person in front of her, Luo Yunyao couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Then Luo Yunyao instructed his subordinates to clean up the messy house just now, and then instructed two careful girls to take care of Murong Xuan.

Thinking that after lying in bed for so long, even a good person would get moldy, Luo Yunyao proposed to take Murong Juejun to the courtyard for a walk. Murong Xuanjun, who had just woken up, suddenly experienced so many things, and thought in her heart that she should clear her mind and sort out her thoughts, but she didn't want a stranger to be by her side.

Whether it was a stranger or not, Murong Juejun didn't know it herself, but now she wanted to sort out the only short memories by herself.

"Don't bother you, I still have a terrible headache, I want to rest in the house first, if there is anything, I will tell you."

Murong Jue politely rejected Luo Yunyao, and Luo Yunyao had no choice but to give up.

"I call you sister-in-law, you can call me Sister Yunyao in the future, our relationship was also excellent in the past, don't worry, I will definitely take care of you, I just hope that during this time, sister-in-law, you don't think nonsense, and cultivating your body is the most important thing."

Murong Juejun smiled slightly bitterly at Luo Yunyao,

"Thank you Sister Yunyao, I still have to bother you during this time, but you should call me Sister Xuanjun for the time being, and I should get used to it first."

Luo Yunyao was dumbfounded when she heard this, smiled lightly at Murong Juejun, nodded, and exited the room.

Luo Yunhua came out of Murong Xuan's house, wandering aimlessly around the house, and before he knew it, he came to the lotus pond.

The lotus pond in winter is not as purple and red as in summer, and it looks even more desolate in Luo Yunhua's state of mind.

Fate is really a trick, she just decided in her heart that she would take care of Murong Xuanjun regardless of anything, and she forgot everything, whether it was the warmth she had in the past, or the tears of grief in the middle of the night, they all turned into smoke at that moment.

Maybe this is a relief from God to Murong Xuanjun, and at the same time it is a punishment for Luo Yunhua. Let Murong Yunjun forget all the heartbreakings in the past, and forget all his worries, and let Luo Yunhua bear the pain of losing his beloved alone.

Whether it's like this, the debt you owe always has to be repaid.

Luo Yunyao didn't even want Murong Jue to think of the previous bits and pieces, because that would only bring her more pain, he didn't want to see her suffer more, she couldn't be hurt a little more, she originally deserved a better life.

Now Luo Yunhua's heart has been shattered, and he doesn't know what else he can afford. He sighed silently in his heart, no longer expecting anything. Let Murong Juejun recuperate well here, and when her body is better, it is convenient for her to reconcile, and she no longer has the courage or qualification to interfere with Murong Juejun's life. In the days to come, it should be returned to Murong Jue, so that she can really be an orchid in the valley that does not taste the world.

After amnesia, Murong Juejun stayed in the room all day long, and she didn't communicate with anyone, but every day Luo Yunyao would come to see how Murong Jue was recovering, so that she could relieve her boredom. Murong Xuanjun was polite, no matter how warm and lovely Luo Yunyao was, it seemed that he couldn't really touch Murong Xuanjun's heart. The most communication between the two is probably just relatively speechless, and they smile wryly in embarrassment. Luo Yunyao was not discouraged, and came to Murong Xuanjun's room to be her companion every day, but she didn't care whether Murong Xuanjun wanted to or not.

When Luo Yunyao was away, Murong Juejun just sat in a daze every day, didn't speak, occasionally wrote or played chess with himself, and rarely even went to the courtyard. When the girl's mother saw it, she was afraid that she would suffocate her body again, so she begged Murong Juejun to go out for a walk, looking at the eager eyes of the subordinates, Murong Juejun couldn't refuse, so she let the two little girls accompany her to the yard. Seeing this, the two little girls hurriedly took the cloak and put it on Murong Xuanjun, and carefully hugged her, but their hands were quietly pushed away by Murong Xuanjun, and the two little girls looked at each other, not knowing what this lady was thinking now, no one dared to step forward to hold it again, so they had to follow nervously.

As soon as she got out of the house, Murong Juejun felt a violent coldness, and couldn't help shrinking her neck, and the two little girls who followed behind saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward to straighten Murong Jue's cloak, so as not to let the wind blow in.

Although it is winter, there is no bleak scene in the yard, plum blossoms of various colors are staggered, and the banyan tree on the side is still vibrant green, as if it has not been affected by the cold at all, no longer looking at those dazzling flowers and plants, Murong Xuanjun noticed a huge camphor tree in the corner of the courtyard, due to the obstruction of the wall, this camphor tree grew crookedly, but in the end, it grew taller than other trees, Murong Xuanjun thought, to be able to grow into what it is today, it must have suffered a lot. Thinking like this, he sighed unconsciously, and reached out to touch the rough trunk of the tree, as if he had telepathy with the tree.

The girl in Tsing Yi who followed behind couldn't help pursing her lips, thinking to herself, this lady can't be a brain problem, even a normal person has been suffocated after being in the house for so long, not to mention that she is an abnormal person, and it is really difficult to serve her than an ordinary master.

Ziyi on the side looked at Murong Xuanjun for a long time and did not move, and said in a thin voice:

"Madam, why don't you go to the gazebo for a walk, and you are familiar with the places in the house at that time."

Hearing this, Murong Jue nodded lightly and walked outside the courtyard.

When he walked out of the gate of the courtyard, looking at the unfamiliar scene in front of him, Murong Juejun had to stop in place, and the purple clothes behind him saw this and hurriedly stepped forward.

"Madam, would you like to let Ziyi show you the way?"

Murong Juejun nodded lightly.

Seeing this, Ziyi stepped forward to help Murong Xuanjun walk forward, while the girl in Tsing Yi still walked behind.

After a while, Murong Xuanjun came to the pavilion under the guidance of the purple-clothed girl.

The girl in Tsing Yi stepped forward and spread a cushion on the stone bench, and Murong Juejun sat down with the support of Ziyi.

Looking around, the surface of the pond is calm, and the rockery in the middle of the pond is no longer lively in summer, except for the occasional carp or two floating on the water, adding a bit of life to the dead pond.

In such an environment, Murong Juejun's already thin body felt even colder, and his hands pulled the cloak tighter.

Seeing this, Ziyi hurriedly stepped forward and said:

"Madame, it's too cold this day, if Madame doesn't want to see it, let the slaves and maids take it back to the house to rest."

Murong Xuanjun thought to himself, anyway, there will be time to understand the disturbances in this house in the future. Although he thought so, Murong Juejun really didn't know how long such a quiet life could last, he had been recuperating for more than ten days, and he was taken care of by the girl's mothers every day, Luo Yunyao would come to talk to him every day, and his body was slowly getting better, but he didn't think of the slightest thing about the past.

Murong Juejun was not in a hurry in her heart, but she didn't show it at all on her face, she observed the girls and mothers who took care of her, and there was nothing unusual at all. and Luo Yunyao, who came to visit him every day, never asked himself if he remembered anything, life was unexpectedly peaceful.

Luo Yunyao came to Murong Juejun's house every day, talking about the short polite words of these parents, and occasionally talking about the inconsequential miscellaneous things before Murong Juejun's amnesia, but the relevant things about Murong Juejun's amnesia have never been mentioned by anyone.

It's not that Murong Juejun doesn't want to know everything, it's just that she feels the exhaustion in her heart from the inside out, and she vaguely feels that the mention of this matter will definitely lead to other more and more troublesome things, she doesn't know how much she can withstand now, maybe just a small thing can completely crush herself. Murong Xuanjun was reluctant to take the initiative to ask, and he didn't dare to take the initiative to ask, such a peaceful life was a gift to himself, no matter how long it could last, Murong Xuanjun didn't want to destroy it with his own hands.

What is the deepest affection?

It's really nice to say, but in the end, it's just being hurt by love, or being hurt to the point that you can't accept it physically and mentally, and in the end, you can only automatically take protection.

Both physically and mentally.

That kind of pain is obviously experienced by myself.