Yes, how can Mei'er endure it? How can there be a way to cover it up? How is there a way to disguise? No! She didn't want to continue pretending any longer.

Zuo Ling, what a good sister! No matter when and where, she is always so supportive of her and so trusting in her. She disobeyed the order of the Empress Dowager Lan to help her mother escape, she persuaded Ma Teng to spare no effort, she was single-minded and selfless in love. Why did such a good person take her life?

Ji Ripple! Ji Ripple! I must ask you for this blood debt!

Mei'er cried faintly and had a splitting headache. At this moment, she is so painful, so hateful, so regretful, so ashamed! The pain is Zuo Ling's death, and since then he has lost a close friend who is like a sibling; hated Ji Lianyi's ruthless cold-bloodedness; What she regrets is that perhaps, she really shouldn't have allowed this war to spread unscrupulously, she should have strangled this war in the cradle; It is ashamed that Her Majesty, who is a high-ranking empress, cannot protect her, so that she died young, which is suffocating!

A variety of emotions came up at once, which made her feel mixed and cried into tears.

Zuo Xiao turned her over so that she faced him, gently wiped her tears, and said softly: "If you want to cry, come to my arms and cry." Mei'er, cry as much as you want until you get tired of crying......"

He took her into his arms, rubbed his resolute chin against the top of her head, and said no more. Silently let her cry and sob in his arms.

I don't know how long it took, Mei'er finally quieted down and turned into a low choked voice. Zuo Xiaofang gently wiped her tears again, lowered his head and ironed away a few slightly trembling tears on his eyelashes with his lips, and caressed her green silk with pity.

Mei'er's choking gradually subsided, and when she raised her eyes and stared at Zuo Xiao, she suddenly felt Hao Ran. What does such a reckless cry mean? For Zuo Ling's sake, she poured out her true emotions to the fullest, would Zuo Xiao feel strange?

Just when she didn't know what to do, Zuo Xiao raised her small pointed chin slightly, staring at her deeply, and her sharp eyes were like sharp arrows, reaching her heart, making her heart ache.

"There's no need to pretend, Mei'er. From the moment you came into my arms, I knew that you didn't have amnesia! You don't have amnesia, do you? Mei'er ......" Zuo Xiao's gaze probed deeper, and his subordinates used a little effort to not allow her to dodge. This time, he didn't want to figure things out, if it wasn't clear, how could he give up?

"Mei'er, if you have amnesia, you won't cry so sadly for the royal sister. How can this kind of grief be done without deep emotion, how can it be so natural? Also, if you really don't recognize me, how can you allow me to do this to you? You can't bear to shout at someone, can you? Besides, last time I rescued Tang Wan and Mei Jue, before leaving, you lightly touched Yun Sideburns and Yan Jin Bu Shao, that was a token I gave to my wife, are you sending a signal to me? That's telling me that you don't have amnesia, and you haven't forgotten, that you're my wife, aren't you? Are you giving me peace of mind? Mei'er, I've thought about it for a long time, and I'm almost sure that you must be faking amnesia, aren't you? ”

Zuo Xiao kept throwing out one doubt after another. He stared anxiously at Mei'er, desperate for an affirmative answer.

"If you know me so sure, why do you think I'm faking amnesia? Is it necessary to do so? Mei'er asked softly.