Feng Yueli was a little defensive of Si Xueyi, and her body retreated slightly, like a child: "So-what's my name?"

Si Xueyi didn't want to hide it: "Your name is Yueli."

Si Xueyi was dressed in a white robe, and he was shocked by the arrogance that could not be concealed between the eyebrows and the face of the celestials.

The slightly thin lips are less bloody than ordinary people.

Indifferently with a cold gaze, flowing like water and like the moon.

Transcendent and lonely, cold and indifferent.

Warm as jade, and the clouds are light and the wind is clear.

The whole person is fairy, lonely and cold, with long hair like a waterfall, eyes falling stars, and a peerless demeanor.

His voice was extremely warm, making Feng Yueli a little less guarded.

Yueli raised her head timidly: "Then you are again?"

The corners of Si Xueyi's mouth swept over a smile, and her slender fingers tapped her forehead: "My name is Si Xueyi, and everyone calls me Si Yi."

Feng Yueli's inky hair was draped over her shoulders, and there was no headdress on her hair.

She nodded in understanding.

Since all the people call him Lord Siyi.

Then she also called him Siyi, and it was okay.

On her beautiful face, she was not as cold and detached as before, but smiled sweetly: "Lord Siyi!"

The first time they met in the Jin Kingdom, she called him the same.

A voice from Lord Siyi made him fall into the dust of thousands of years ago again.

Let him decide to stay by her side silently and simply accompany her, even if she is married to someone else.

Now, she has lost her old memories.

Is this a trick of fate, or God is pitying him for Xueyi.

Whether it is God, pity him for pouring Meng Po soup into the Lethe River.

Pity him for the price she paid for never liking him.

God already knew that he had paid that price, and she would never like him.

But still, he arranged her beside him.

What does that mean?

is still punishing him, hurting so many people, and exchanging the price with him.

Thinking of this, Si Xueyi's heart couldn't stop hurting.

But her voice had completely softened his heart.

Si Xueyi said softly: "I have asked people to make food for you."

She only knew that she was smiling, and the joy in the corners of her eyes was about to seep out.

Three days later, Feng Yueli's health had improved greatly and she was able to get out of bed and walk around.

She gave the Siyi Mansion, which had been quiet for many years, a lively atmosphere.

"Lord Siyi, Miss Yueli pushed people down the lotus pond."

After Si Xueyi knew that she had lost her memory, she always liked to get into trouble: "Let's see if Xiao Yueli has a cold."

"Lord Siyi, Miss Yueli is in trouble again and beats people."

Si Xueyi was very patient: "I'll compensate for the money."

In the evening, Feng Yueli sat on the stone bench under the willow tree, frowning.

Si Xueyi was holding a white rabbit in his hands.

Rabbits are especially well-behaved and never struggle.

Hearing the sound of footsteps beside her, Feng Yueli immediately got up.

saw Si Xueyi holding a rabbit in his arms: "Lord Si Yi, do you like to raise rabbits?"

Actually, he doesn't like to raise rabbits, but he is bored on weekdays.

I went to buy a few rabbits to keep and consume time.

But seeing the joy in her eyes, there was no half-pretense in it.

He still said slowly, "Well, I like it."

Feng Yueli shook her head, took a closer look at the rabbit in his hand, and sighed: "I don't like rabbits, I like cats, yesterday, I saw an injured white cat in the yard, it was very cute and pitiful, so I rescued it."

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