There is only sweetness in the memory, not bitterness. ’

This is something that Youruo and Zhai Xiying experienced together, even if it hurt in the past, now that I think about it, it is sweet, because Zhai Xiying also loves her and spoils her, isn't it enough?

People have lived to this day, and what happened before has become ethereal, and has become no longer important, and it is done and cherished, as if it is understood.

As you spoke, Zhai Xiying didn't say anything more, because some were moved, some were distressed, and some were sorry, so they didn't need to say anything.

Zhai Xiying wants to spoil Youruo for the rest of her life, there is no need to say it.

The pace of the two was very slow, but they still gradually walked to the top of Xin Mountain, and there were a few subordinates of the Hades Hall hidden around them, guarding outside the church.

Seeing the appearance of the master and his wife, the subordinates consciously evacuated the two miles, giving the two masters more space to get along as much as possible. But to be honest, the subordinates who stayed in Xinshan to guard the church just didn't want to see the sweetness of the master and his wife, otherwise they would be itchy in their hearts, and maybe they would go to Xiangmanyuan to have fun.

"To tell you the truth, this church you built for me is the most unique I have ever seen." With a smile on his face, there is a sense of solemnity and mystery in the church, but there is more love buried deep in it.

Zhai Xiying did not find any information about the church in the imperial dynasty, nor did he find a towering building like a church in the wilderness.

He was very puzzled why Youruo said that she had seen it, could it be that there were really beautiful buildings in the imperial dynasty and in the wilderness that Zhai Xiying had missed?

"Youruo, where did you see the church?"

Youruo raised her eyes to look at Zhai Xiying, and returned very seriously: "In a dream, a dream that has grown up for thirty years. ”

Zhai Xiying wrinkled her eyebrows, obviously not understanding Youruo's explanation.

"That dream happened before I was born." Isn't the memory of the 21st century an unattainable dream for Youruo in the Shengtian Dynasty?

Coupled with his recent understanding of the Miao Curse Clan, Youruo feels more and more that it may be a dream in the 21st century.

"Does it have anything to do with the witchcraft in your body?" Zhai Xiying believed what Youruo said, although it was incredible.

Yuruo shrugged helplessly, "I don't know." "Let's put this down in advance, and when the biological mother appears, many things may be resolved.

"Aren't we going in?" Yuruo, who wanted to stagger the topic, looked expectantly at the closed gate of the church.

Zhai Xiying didn't speak, and led Youruo up the steps in front of the church.

"Some people say that the staircase in front of the church is the way to heaven." Youruo stepped on the stairs cautiously, because the road ahead was the happiness of her and Zhai Xiying.

Zhai Xiying never spoke, but her big palm wrapped around her small hand, which was warm.

The door of the church was pushed open by Zhai Xiying with his hand, and half of the door was opened, so that he could see half of the scenery in the church.

Zhai Xiying didn't push open another door, because half a door was enough for the two of them to walk in side by side.

Youruo, painted by Zhai Xiying herself, is so beautiful, Youruo looks at it from afar, and doesn't believe that it is herself.

In the painting, she is either as quiet as water, or as passionate as fire, and her multiple appearances are vividly and dexterously displayed by Zhai Xiying with a brush.

Every painting is carefully examined. She never knew that she was so cautious and cautious when she was pregnant, and a strong maternal brilliance did not come out.

"It turns out that when I was handsome, in front of you, I looked like this." Youruo, who was obviously edemous during pregnancy, even if her waist and limbs were fat a few times, was still beautiful in Zhai Xiying's eyes.

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