"Lady, why are your hands so cold?"

Di Wuchen held her hand with his own hands, trying to warm her hand.

"You answer the question first."

Mo Jiu laughed in her heart, her heart was cold, how could she cover her hands.

Mo Jiu's hands were not only not warmed by him, but they tended to become more and more icy. Di Wuchen frowned slightly, pulled Mo Jiu and hugged her and sat on the chair.

In this way, Mo Jiu's whole person was hugged by him into his arms

"Yes."

Di Wuchen's voice was very deep, but his answer was a short word.

Did he admit it? So it was he who erased her memory?

Mo Jiu's face became paler and paler, and her hands were even colder.

It was only at this time that Emperor Wuchen finally discovered the crux of the problem.

"Your memories are not erased for your husband."

Mo Jiu raised his head sharply and looked at Emperor Wuchen, trying to distinguish the truth of these words from his eyes.

Di Wuchen's eyes were very dark, and he didn't dodge the light in his eyes, looking straight into her eyes, and he couldn't see the slightest trace of lying.

Mo Jiu was an agent, and she could tell the truth of her words through her expression.

There is only one flaw, and you can see from it whether what you say is true or false.

Mo Jiu didn't know if Emperor Wuchen was too high-ranked, or if he was hiding it too well, but at least on the surface, she couldn't see any signs of him lying.

"If that's the case, who caused my amnesia?"

A hint of complexity flashed in Emperor Wuchen's eyes, as if he thought for a moment before he said.

"It doesn't really matter who caused the amnesia. If those memories weren't so nice to you, maybe amnesia would be good. ”

His words were a little profound, and Mo Jiu thought for a moment before he understood what he wanted to express.

He was, and the memory she had lost was not a good memory for her. On the contrary, there is no memory, which is a good thing for her.

Mo Jiu has always focused on who erased her memory, but ignored who the lost memories were related to and why they erased them.

If the memory she lost was a painful memory for her, it might be a good thing for her.

What kind of painful memories would make Emperor Benrao Wuchen think that amnesia itself is a good thing for him?

"What is the memory?"

Mo Jiu knew that since Emperor Wuchen's amnesia was a good thing for her, he would definitely not bring up the lost memories again.

But she couldn't help but ask.

Sure enough, Di Wuchen did not answer this question immediately, but suddenly drew a smile.

"Lady wants to know about that part of the memory?"

Just like when Mo Jiu called Emperor Wuchen His Majesty, he basically got angry more often, and when Emperor Wuchen called her lady, he probably had a trace of bad ruffianism.

But the ruffian at this time and his cold temperament are strangely blended, not only not disobedient, but on the contrary, there is a little more unstoppable charm.

Seeing this, Mo Jiu lowered his eyes to avoid making eye contact with him. I'm afraid that if I look at it any longer, it will affect her judgment.

"Have I crossed the line? Did you know you at the time? Who was I at the time? ……”

Seeing that Mo Jiu had a bunch of questions, he couldn't wait to use this kind of questioning to ask about amnesia and lost all his memories.

Di Wuchen stretched out a finger and gently stood on Mo Jiu's non-stop lips, stopping her from continuing.