I will never forget, the pain and hurt in her eyes, the first thing she asked, do you know what it was?

She wasn't asking if you could recover your memory? Rather, can you start over?

Watching from afar as you hold Miss Ian's hand, she just watched quietly, and I could feel her heart hurting and sad.

But she still chose to turn around, not wanting to disturb you, and at the same time, not allowing me to tell you the truth.

Hopefully you can start over, and the big and three less too.

It turns out that it's all whimsical! ”

Nangong Jing's heart was like a wound that had not healed, and he was suddenly sprinkled with a handful of salt......

"Young master, do you believe in Buddhism? I didn't believe it before, but today I found out something very miraculous.

Some time ago, she went to Jile Temple to pray for the Buddha for you, Wen Hao said that she knelt all the way from the mountain to the top of the mountain, a full nine hundred and ninety-nine steps.

I can imagine how she kowtowed to the point where her head was bleeding, and not long after she entered, the Buddha suddenly appeared in the sky above Kek Lok Temple.

The white clouds gathered, the Buddha's light shone, such a spectacle, paralyzed several roads, and what is even more amazing

I asked Miss Ian the date you woke up, and on that day, she went to pray to the Buddha in the morning, and you woke up in the afternoon......"

Jiang Heng's eyes burned, and a touch of surprise flashed under his eyes, as if he still felt a little incredulous......

Nangong Jing's whole body was petrified, his eyes were covered with tears, he clutched his hair in pain, and an irresistible grief was like a sword ruthlessly breaking his heart.

Suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself, two crystal tears dripping from his eyes, imagining what she looked like at that time, sobbing in pain......

I miss her so much, I miss her very much......

I also miss their children very much, and yesterday, he obviously ran into the child......

How to describe the grief in his heart?

Jiang Hengsheng was afraid that he would do it again, so he grabbed his arm, and the clouds and mist under his eyes surged, and finally calmed down under his strong control, and choked up:

"Young master, let it go! In the past, she couldn't bear to hurt you, she ran all the way, but you refused to give up, chased all the way, and in the end, you were hurt, and she was hurt even more

Now that the child is gone, what kind of pain should it be for her? Maybe as long as she sees you, she can remember that it was because she saved you that she lost her child?

Listen to my advice, stop pestering, and let each other live! ”

Jiang Heng's every sentence made his heart cut like a knife, and the pain of cutting his heart and gall made him unable to breathe.

Last night, every word of her pain still lingered in her ears......

Didn't you say that when you came back, you would accompany me to see the rainbow......

Didn't you say that you would accompany me through all the lows?

Didn't you say that you should grow old together for the rest of your life?

Didn't you say that you would always be with me and give me happiness?

Forget everything, is that the happiness you give me?

Leave me alone in this abyss of pain? Is that your love for me?

Nangong Jing, I hate you, I really hate you......

Every sentence was like a sharp sword stabbing madly in his heart, scraping until the flesh was blurred.

What can he do to get his lost memories back? Why did things turn out like this? Having killed their child, what face does he have to go to her again?

It's simply unforgivable, desperate to the extreme, unbearable to read.

Seeing that he was still silent, Jiang Heng continued to persuade: "I know, you don't want to give up, and you don't plan to give up, but with what I know about her, she won't give you another chance."

(End of chapter)