"Well, I said something. Just left not long ago. Gong Chuli remembered the bright smile on the lady's lips and told him, "She is a very beautiful person." ”

Miyachi was noncommittal, "Really? He looked at her and smiled, "You have to be with her for a long time to know what kind of person she is." ”

Chu Li wondered, "What does this mean?" Why are you talking so incomprehensibly? ”

Miyachi didn't answer, diverting her attention, "Okay, what do you want to eat tonight?" ”

"What do you want to eat? I'm the same as you. ”

Miyachi hooked his lips when he heard this, and squeezed her hand tightly.

The chef at Delin Court is very high-class and makes a good table. If Miyaike only tastes every dish, his taste is more oriental. He ate very little of some Western dishes. Chu Li held the chopsticks, and the white plate was full of food he had chosen. But no matter how much Gong Chiruo wanted to raise her to be white and fat, Chu Li still couldn't finish a bowl of rice.

Her appetite was getting smaller. I don't know how I used to be, if I ate as little as I do now. Chu Li glanced at Miyachi Ruo, he had already put down his chopsticks, she had been watching it for so long, and she didn't know what he liked to eat. Chu Li hurriedly took another bite of rice, this is Thai fragrant rice, and the taste is very good. After swallowing this mouthful, she also put down her chopsticks.

"Full?"

"Hmm." She frowned at him and said, "Eat too little." ”

"I can't eat it."

Miyachiruo picked up the spoon and leaned forward to give her another bowl of fish soup. The snow-white soup smells very fragrant with a few petals of emerald green Titian leaves. Chu Li took it and touched it, but it was still hot, because it had been warm on a small fire.

She was very well-behaved and quietly drank the bowl of fish soup.

"You have to eat a little more, the amount of food is too small, and the nutrition will not be able to keep up." As soon as she looked up, Miyachi Ruo propped one hand on the table, staring at herself.

"I'm not a picky eater, I just don't have an appetite. I don't know why. She struggled for a moment and said, "Maybe it has something to do with my illness." ”

Gong Chiruo condensed his eyebrows, and soon flattened them again, unable to see the momentary change in his face. Chu Li continued, "What kind of illness did I have before? There are a lot of things I don't remember, and a lot of people don't remember either. I don't even know who I am. ”

After she finished speaking, she carefully observed Miyachi Ruo's expression, his side face seemed to be finely carved under the lamp, but there was no abnormality on this extremely beautiful face.

Chu Li was a little disappointed, why did they have to hide it from her, did she not even have the right to know what kind of illness she had.

At this time, the attendant in the front hall brought tea, the porcelain cup of Jingdezhen blue and white, and the hot air of the tea rose into the air, and it disappeared after a while. Chu Li retracted his gaze and took the porcelain cup, in which was a bright red dried date.

Gong Chiruo took a sip of tea, his eyes looked at him lightly, separated by a layer of water vapor, his face was a little vaguely indistinguishable, and Chu Li couldn't see his eyes clearly. She felt that the moment was too quiet, and she couldn't help but lean towards him.

"You don't think too much about it. If you can't remember the past, you should look at the present. He touched her long soft hair, a girl with black hair and snow, and quiet black eyes, silent like a doll in a cupboard.

"This topic ends here, Chu Li, don't mention it again in the future." He accentuated his voice, forcing her to look up and remember, "Don't talk about it to anyone else." ”