You probably thought that if my memories were sealed, I would not live in your Brahma Palace, and the secrets of your secret room would never be discovered by me.

But, Shen Jiuli, wouldn't you be sad if I really forgot you?

Shen Jiuli, the moment you died, did you really not want me to accompany you?

She grabbed the male wood carving, her lips imprinted on the wood carving's lips, closed her eyes slightly, and pressed down the sweetness that surged in her chest.

This room was full of his breath, and it was obvious that he spent it here after he sent Nian Mo away.

A person's joy, a person's thoughts, a person's determination......

Ning Xuemo wandered around the room, wandering, and she found a thick pile of paintings.

Every picture is her, laughing, crying, angry, ashamed...... All kinds of gestures, all kinds of expressions, every painting is vivid, and the characters in each painting seem to be able to walk down......

She looked at the paintings one by one, unaware of the loss of time and the passage of time.

When the heart is distressed to the extreme, it is numb......

She traced the paintings with her fingers, as if she were copying the gesture of the man at that time, as if the man was still standing at the table and painting......

"Xue Mo......" There seemed to be a sigh in his ear, and the voice was terribly familiar......

She turned stiffly, and saw him standing by the bed, dressed in his usual wide white robe, with a cold countenance, staring at her with deep blue eyes.

She froze in place, her lips trembling for a moment, before she called, "Great God......"

Hallucination, right?! It's an illusion!

She wanted to pounce and throw herself into his arms, but she didn't dare!

I could only walk through it step by step, and then trembling and reaching out my hand......

The person on the other side was really gone, only a sigh like a breeze passed through the ears: "Xue Mo, take care ......"

It's a hallucination!

She slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, only to feel as if all her strength had been drained, and she sat there motionless and did not want to move.

When the sadness is extreme, I can't cry.

She herself didn't know how long she had been sitting there or how long she had been distracted.

Suddenly, she seemed to sense something, suddenly looked up, and saw Shen Nianmo standing at the entrance, he didn't know how long he had been standing here, and his little face was faintly pale.

Ning Xuemo's heart sank, and she hurriedly got up: "Nian Mo!" ”

Shen Nianmo's big eyes slowly turned, and finally landed on Ning Xuemo's face, his small mouth opened, and he asked, "Mother, my father will never come back, right?" ”

He is a sensitive child, in fact, he has long had this suspicion, but he doesn't dare to think about it or ask for verification......

Although he asked now, he actually hoped to get a negative answer from his mother, he missed his father, and he couldn't imagine what his father would do if he never came back.

His eyes were wide open, and there was a hint of fragility and fear in his eyes.

Ning Xuemo's heart twitched, and she took a secret breath and walked over: "Don't think about it, your father will come back, it's just a little long, Nian Mo has to be patient and wait." ”

She raised her hand and wanted to pick up the child, but she didn't expect Xiao Nianmo to turn around and run: "Nianmo is going to study!" Father left a lot of books for Nian Mo, maybe Nian Mo finished reading and memorizing these books, and he came back......"

Ning Xuemo's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, and her heart ached beyond comprehension as she watched the child run away.