Leah's brain swelled and she sat in the mansion's study in distress.

She clutched a book in her hand and flipped through it back and forth.

But no matter how she looked at it, she couldn't calm down.

What is this?

She wanted to read a book to calm down, but the more she read, the more she could feel the strange sense of separation in her mind.

When did she start to have the habit of reading?

After all, Leah couldn't take it anymore, so she closed the book and threw it aside, rubbing her eyebrows.

He picked up the teacup on the side and took a sip of tea quietly.

The bitter taste swept over her taste buds, and the slightest hint of sweetness spread in her mouth.

Xiang Zilan stood beside her, without saying a word, and when Liya finished drinking, she thoughtfully poured tea for Liya again.

Liya glanced up at Xiang Zilan and couldn't help asking:

"Xiang Zilan, I remember, you are a mage?"

Xiang Zilan bowed slightly and replied to Liya:

"Lord Leah, I'm just a trainee mage."

A probationary mage, which is equivalent to a preparatory student for a full-fledged mage.

Leah knew that, of course.

So, she nodded.

"I can't imagine that in your subhuman race, there will be a subhuman with magical talent like you."

Of course, what surprised Lia even more was not Xiang Zilan's magical talent.

It's her intellect and wisdom that is unique to other subhumans.

Could it be that Xiangzilan was born with this?

No, of course not.

Alerted by the others, Leah had already felt a very clear memory gap in her brain.

Self-aware, she understands that Xiang Zilan can't be cultivated by herself.

Able to be so polite and extremely elegant, and willing to serve others as a maid, it is almost impossible for her to train her.

There are other people who cultivate vanilla.

Who the hell is that person?

Despite her questioning Gwen many questions, Klea still couldn't retrieve the missing memory that should have been in her head.

However, she has a few goals.

First, because someone in the Craviner family had a marriage contract with Gwen.

So the identity of that mysterious person is almost certain to be from the Clavenna family,

But the object of the marriage contract can't be her!

Leah investigates the mysterious man's relationship with Gwen and finally remembers.

Gwen is the swordsmanship teacher of the Imperial Princess.

Her qualifications are obviously lacking, and the royal family can't let Gwen become the princess's teacher for no reason.

Only then did Leah realize that the person he had forgotten must have something to do with the royal family, and the relationship was not bad.

Leah was sure that she would have to use the news to find out for herself.

So she asked Gwen, who was still in the royal capital.

She was confident that Gwen would find out something.

At this time, Leah saw the crystal on the table shake.

Leah hurriedly took the crystal in her hand, but the voice that came from it was not Gwen,

It's another person she knows very well:

"Miss Leah."

Leon's voice rang out inside.

Leah didn't quite know.

At this time, what does she want to report?

"I've remembered something, and this might help you."

Liya cheered up, and then hurriedly urged:

"Tell me about it!"

On the other side, Leon stood on the hill of the mine, holding the glittering crystal that could be used for communication.

Her long blue-blond hair swayed in the breeze, and her clothes were constantly stirred.

Leon stood at the top of the mine, his face grim.

She looked at the mining workers at the bottom of the mountain and said lightly:

"I happened to be there when the mine workers dug up the mirror."

At that time, Leon remembered that she had something to look for Leah.

"But, then, I suddenly forgot about you."

"It wasn't until this morning that I remembered."

Leah listened to her words and felt a trance.

Suddenly, she had some thoughts.

Her body leaned forward slightly, staring at the crystal in front of her:

"What day of the week is today?"

"Miss Leah, today, it's Saturday."

When Leah heard the answer, she instantly sensed that something was wrong.

Because she herself remembers that she received a notice from the mine workers to go to the mine to see the mirror.

But she didn't know anything about the memories after that.

I only knew that after I woke up, the mirror had been placed at home.

It was Friday, and it was morning.

She lost her memory of the whole day of Friday.

Just like Leon said.

For the whole day on Friday, Leon, forgot about her.

Now, the void in Leah's memory is strikingly similar to the experience Leon described.

Leah suddenly became excited, and said excitedly towards the crystal:

"Thank you, Leon!"

"Your clues have helped me enough!"

With that, she quickly cut off the connection between the crystals, and turned her head to instruct Xiangzilan on the god's side:

"Go tell Helnathan Butler and ask him to bring that mirror over."

Xiang Zilan received the order, bowed slightly, and left the study.

After a while, a tall, old and strong bear man walked in.

Vanilla followed.

On the palm of the bear man's hand, a hand, grabbing the frame of the mirror, lifted it into the room.

The mirror was in his hand, like a tray, very small.

Helnathan placed the mirror in front of Leah and said respectfully to her:

"Miss Leah, the mirror you wanted."

The smooth mirror reflected Leah's face.

She looked up and down in the mirror, and she made corresponding movements in the mirror.

"Hmm...... Doesn't seem like anything special? ”

She wanted to reach out and touch the mirror, but suddenly, she was slightly stunned.

Turning around, she looked at Helnathan:

"Heyernathan, what did you just call me?"

"Why, you didn't call me 'head of the house'?"

Hayner Nathan bowed slightly:

"Miss Leah, the head of the family has someone else."

Leah's whole body turned, looked at him seriously, and asked solemnly:

"What do you know?"

Hellnathan bowed his head and replied respectfully:

"I'm sorry, Miss Leah."

"I'm not good enough, that's all I know."

Leah placed a hand on her chin and began to ponder.

At this moment, the voice of the bear man came again.

"But I still remember."

Helnathan looked at Leah and said angrily:

"I used to take you with me."

"Build a snowman."

At this moment, Leah jerked her head up.

That's it!

She couldn't care about the strange mirror anymore, ignored Xiangzilan who was standing aside, crossed Helnerthan, and hurriedly ran towards the outside of the study.

Soon, she ran to the door of her bedroom.

The high-intensity physical explosion made her tired and out of breath.

But Leah didn't care at all, she pushed open the bedroom door and rushed to the side of the cabinet eagerly:

"Magic locks? Oh my God, when the hell did I set it up?? ”

Ignoring this, she reached out and began to think about the correct way to open the magic lock.

But the moment the hand touched the cabinet, the magic lock opened automatically as if it had automatically identified the visitor.

Leah didn't understand, and a wave of doubt ran into her heart.

But that's obviously a good thing.

Without further thought, Leah rummaged through the drawers, unsipping the old toys that had been patched up and touching the bottom of the drawer.

Then, he took out the notebook, which had been yellowed.

Snowman, snowman!

She didn't care about everything in front of the notebook, and all that was left in her mind was the word 'snowman'.

Finally, she found the page.

She looked at the contents, carefully read them, and began to read them.

"December 21......"

"Today, it snowed, so big and big......"

The immature text shows the innocence and brilliance of the girlhood.

Finally, Leah read to the back place.

She froze.

"I showed my brother the snowman."

"To my brother...... Brother? ”

Who is the elder brother?

She put the journal on the table and, like a madman, frantically flipped through the previous contents.

"November 6th ......"

"November 7 ......"

"November 8 ......"

Brother, brother.

In the memories in this diary, these two words are kept mentioned.

But Leah had no memory of everything in the diary.

She was desperate to find the answer she wanted from this thin diary.

Even if it's just a name.

Brother, brother......

Who the hell is he?

So, Leah kept rummaging, and even tore the yellowed and brittle pages of the book by her.

Why forget, why?

Leah squeezed an eager voice out of her throat, a little crying.

Come to think of it, Leah.

Along with the contents of the diary, she flipped to the back.

"December, 23rd."

He said he hated tears.

yes, he hates tears.

At that moment, for the first time, she learned to be strong and to be independent.

So from that moment on, Leah never cried again because of him.

But this time, she still cried eagerly.

Tick, tick.

Tears, wet the yellowed diary.

Leah lowered her head helplessly, letting her hair cover her face.

At the same time, the last paragraph of the text was read.

"I'm so useless......"

A breeze broke through the window and slowly blew across Leah's face, slowly blowing the yellowed, fragile paper.

With the wind blowing, Leah noticed.

A page of the diary was folded into a corner.

It's as if she deliberately wanted her to see it.

She hurriedly turned the page and looked at it carefully.

It was a blank space, and nothing was written on it.

But suddenly, her eyes widened.

Above the blank space, a simple smiley face is drawn.

But it's like magic.

A name slowly came into her mind.

"Dimension...... Gram...... Torr? ”

The wind poured in through the narrow windows, crackling the two windows.

The curtains were rolled up, and Leah's hair was tossed with the wind.

But between the strong winds, there seemed to be a breeze, as if inadvertently, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Leah blinked.

It wasn't a breeze.

At this moment, she saw it.

It was a palm, warm, caressing her face.

With her thumb, she gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Dressed in a black trench coat, dancing in the wind.

The man's calm voice gradually sounded in Liya's ears:

"I really don't like tears."

Leah was stunned and looked at the man in front of her.

The raven stood on his shoulder, and looked up, one of its eyes looking very haughty.

In the man's indifferent gaze, there was a hint of softness, and he looked at Leah quietly.

Feeling the temperature of her palm, Leah quietly raised her head with moist eyes.

The wind outside the window seemed to be a little noisy, but it was no longer so frenzied, but warmer.

The soft wind flows through the skin, and the hair rises from the tenderness.

The man's familiar voice, accompanied by a steady breeze, gradually reverberates:

"So, don't cry."

"My dearest person."