At 11:58 p.m., the plane landed at the Beijing Airport.

Out of the gate, the three of them saw Que Guanghuai holding the family bucket in the wind at a glance, holding the bucket with one hand and raising it with the other: "Hi-"

Yan Chiyu gently grabbed Wu Yue's wrist and walked around from the side.

Mu Liuguang watched them drift away, and then looked at Que Guanghuai, how she didn't know what they meant, and suddenly a bit of enthusiasm spread to the tips of her ears. She lowered her head and looked at her feet. This time, it was really on the ground.

The long skirt lifted up as she scurried, and the ruffled skirt was like a white cloud foam spray when the wind blew through the calm sea.

"Streamer, you've been on the plane for so long—"

Mu Liuguang pressed the family bucket in Que Guanghuai's hand, his dark pupils moistened and warmed, and interrupted him softly: "Sir." ”

"Ah, what's wrong?"

Suddenly being called so solemnly, Que Guanghuai was stunned and did not react.

In just 0.5 seconds, several thoughts flashed through his mind.

No, no, isn't it, is the streamer amnesia? You can't be so bloody!

Could it be that her previous feelings have become indifferent since she came back to life? Next, what will she say. Going their separate ways since then, or maintaining ordinary friendships, or even strangers?

Que Guanghuai thought a lot. If Mu Liuguang can get rid of his past troubles, abandon his former love, forget Que Linhuai, and have no intersection with him...... Seems pretty good too.

In this way, she can live again.

She sighed softly before she spoke. "Hello," the voice was calm, "my name is Mu Liuguang." ”

Her eyes as she looked at Que Guanghuai slowly became firm.

"I'm no longer Princess Qinghe."

When Que Guanghuai really faced her, he couldn't be so calm.

"Yes, everything we know is a long time gone."

"No, you don't know."

Mu Liuguang shook his head, still not showing too much emotion: "I have no friends and no family. The past years were as short as a dream, and now I am alone. ”

Maybe now there is no glory of the past, no father, queen mother and brothers who love him, but that's okay -

The hundreds of years she stole waited for His Royal Highness Linhuai.

Even if it's late, you can't miss it.

Even if Que Guanghuai is the reincarnation of His Royal Highness Linhuai, she can't get along with him with the feelings of her previous life, which is unfair to him.

Que Guanghuai's body was no longer tense, and gradually relaxed: "In your memory, Que Linhuai is gentle, shouldering the heavy responsibility of the country, majestic and martial, handsome and gentle......"

Que Guanghuai praised Que Linhuai with his only remaining literary skills, and when he mentioned himself, his expression was self-deprecating, and he said: "I am idle, like most rich second generations, I only know how to squander, and the schools I enter are all aristocratic classes arranged by my family, and I am not willing to study." In fact, I have always felt that life should not be too hard, and my parents' expectations for me are not high, so I bought a university after graduating from high school, and then went home to inherit the family property after graduation. I thought that this life was enough......"

No matter how well they played with Qian Bolun and Song Wenzhi, Que Guanghuai had never spit out such a heartfelt word to them. Yes, aren't all the big guys like that?

He regrouped his mood, "After listening to your story, I ...... That's right, the palace wall is too impulsive, it's really a child's love, but what you do is also for your own country. I don't think I can run away anymore. ”

The boy raised his head, his face shrouded in the shadow of the moonlight, this face that he couldn't see clearly, his pupils flashed with an unusually resolute luster, "I've realized something, maybe I can't be as powerful as Brother Yan, but I think, I need to work a little harder." Try a little harder to survive in this world. ”