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In fact, it's not that he has forgotten, it's just that he can no longer empathize with the former self.

It was like someone else's memories of her, and he was just a passerby.

Gong Changjue continued,

"Fortunately, you came quickly that night, I don't know why you came so quickly, if you come slowly, I'm afraid Yang Sheng will arrive."

"I can't imagine what you and I will be like."

Gong Changjue's voice was like a murmuring stream, flowing in his ears, which made him feel as if there were feathers tickling on the tip of his heart.

Gong Changjue was not satisfied with this.

"If you are not a gentleman, at that time, probably we will also become husband and wife, according to your character, you must be in a hurry to marry me back, if only this was the case at that time, at least now I don't have to be so unjustifiable."

Chu Ranyu only felt that his temples were jumping suddenly,

"That's enough."

But the palace chief didn't stop,

"I know that you have always been good-tempered, although you look indifferent, but you have always been very tolerant of me, I guess this Manchang can't find you with such a good-tempered and good-looking Langjun."

The palace chief said this very sharply.

Chu Ranxin really wanted to ask her if she was a man with good looks and a good temper like him, if she could also throw herself into her arms.

But he held back.

Gong Changjue got closer to Chu Ranjue, the carriage seemed to pass through a hurdle, and after a while, Gong Changjue sat next to him and was next to him.

"Your Highness, you and I have done more intimate things, are you shy now?"

Chu Ranyu lowered his eyes, and a sentence "shameless" popped out between his teeth

Gong Changjue was expected, sat up slightly, and said in his ear,

"Maybe the son of the world never knew that I had always been so shameless, otherwise I wouldn't have wanted to be married to you again and again."

The palace chief's breath lingered in Chu Ranyu's ears.

It burned so much that the roots of his ears were burning.

Gong Changjue clenched his hand and leaned on his shoulder.

It was only a moment of peace, and she felt very at ease.

Gong Changjue closed his eyes, his nose was sore, and his eyes were red.

But he just closed his eyes tightly and said no more.

He might have been a little disgusted with the way she looked now.

But she had no other way, she was desperate and just wanted to use the most instinctive way to keep him.

Let him remember the things of the past, relive them one by one, remember the feeling of holding her hand, remember the smell of her.

Gong Changjue just leaned on Chu Ranxuan quietly, without a word.

Chu Ranxuan turned his head slightly and looked at her.

Beautiful eyebrows, black and thick hair, gentle and quiet, but also weak and helpless.

When she fell asleep, she was a little like she remembered.

She had never been so loud to him before, and she was willing to take a step to run to him if he had to take a hundred steps towards her.

But now, he could clearly feel that she was trying to get close to him.

She was walking the ninety-nine steps she had taken, waiting for him to take that step.

Memories of her slowly became tangible and tangible, sweeping in his direction like a wave.

The woman he used to like was like this.

Chu Ranxuan couldn't help but reach out and want to touch her eyebrows.

The carriage came to a halt abruptly.

Coachman's Road,

"Your Highness, it's here!"

Chu Ranxuan withdrew his hand suddenly.