The wind seeped in through the panes, carrying a little bit of cool moisture on their faces.

After thinking about it in his heart, he slowly put down the steamed cake in his hand, licked the cheese on his lips, and said, "I thought the terrain of the mortal world was complicated enough. The mountains and rivers on the map are so messy that it hurts to see your eyes. Listening to His Highness, it seems that the demon world is more complicated, and it is a map. ”

Chang Jue heard her say so many words in one breath, and his heart was happy, so he smiled: "Naturally, it is a painting." ”

He wanted to talk to her about something else, about the present or about their near future. But she didn't seem interested in anything else, just went on to say, "Show me." ”

Chang Jue nodded, and without hesitation, he took out the topographical map of the Demon Realm and showed it to her.

He didn't know that she liked this, maybe some of the deeply buried memories were about the demon world. It's just that everything is forgotten, but emotions can't be erased. Thinking like this, he couldn't help but feel a little more guilty in his heart.

Forget the dust set up the topographic map, and looked at it carefully with the glimmer of light coming in through the window.

Seeing this, Chang Jue waved his hand to light up the night pearl in the house. The room suddenly lit up. Forget Chen's hand unconsciously covered the mark of the Netherworld Mountain, and Chang Jue's heart jumped, for fear that she would remember something, and she couldn't help but regret showing it to her.

However, she quickly took her hand away, probably just a coincidence, and after looking at it for a while, she casually put together the topographic map and returned it to him, as if she had lost interest again.

Chang Jue took the map and retracted it in his sleeve.

"What's that?" Forgotten Dust stared at the other parchment roll in his sleeve.

"Military aircraft wiring diagram. Chang Jue rolled up his sleeves: "It's not something you should see." ”

"Oh. "Forget the dust and don't care about the lower eyelids.

The doorman reported outside: "I saw that the micro fairy is coming, in the study." ”

Chang Jue responded, and soon walked out of the Qinning Hall and walked towards the study.

Forget the dust held his breath and listened to his footsteps, discerning whether he had gone far or not. To be on the safe side, it took a while for her to carefully open a copper kettle by the window and release the red spirit butterfly inside.

Lying on the table, he poked the spirit butterfly with his fingertips, and asked in a low voice: "If you write down the map of the military plane, can you really leave here?"

"Not bad. Xuan Zhi's voice was low, coming from the other end of the spirit butterfly.

Forget Chen picked up the cup of tea on the table, and there was still some residual warmth on it. I held it in the palm of my hand to keep that wisp of temperature, but the heat gradually dissipated. After hesitating for a moment, he drank the tea in the cup and put the tea cup aside.

"You...... Will it hurt him?"

The end of the spirit butterfly fell into silence for a while, and after a long time, Xuan Zhi sighed: "Forget the dust, you said to go with me." ”

"I'm just, just asking. ”

Twilight quadrangle, afterglow of the light.

When Chang Jue came back, Forget Chen had already fallen asleep. Steamed cake crumbs and empty tea cups were left on the table, and small shadows were drawn under the soft halo of the night pearl.

The table by the window, which is used for the smoker, has always been as clean as new. This is the first time that such a messy situation has occurred. But it was such a scene that made Chang Jue's heart collide, and no matter how much tension and boredom he had, he faded away.

What was he worried about?

She was clearly by his side, unable to run away, unable to escape. She'll always be with him, isn't that what he wants?

Although she wanted to go with Xuanzhi, as soon as the day passed, she should also recognize her fate. She couldn't go anywhere but by his side.

Maybe their relationship has changed, after all, she is already willing to talk to him. They still have a lot of time in the future, and it would be nice if she didn't regain her memory.

Originally, there should have been a full moon today, but Taiyin Xingjun seemed to be lazy, and the moon was dim as if covered with a layer of haze.

The night was silent, and Forget Chen opened his eyes slightly to adjust to the faint light. She was awake all the time, but she remained motionless. She wasn't sure if Chang Jue was asleep, and after the first few times he slipped away while he was asleep, Forget Chen could be sure that his sleep was light and quite alert. If he hadn't fully fallen asleep, he might have woken up even if she was careful.

Time passed little by little, and Forget Chen turned over and put his hand on him casually. After waiting for a while, he didn't react, he should have fallen asleep.

Forget Dust held his breath and slowly reached for his sleeve pocket.

The distance was close, and when Forgotten Dust's hand was put into his sleeve, he accidentally touched his wrist, and Forgotten Dust quickly stopped, and remained motionless for a long time. Her hand hung in his sleeve, almost uncontrollable, trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing that he still didn't move, Wangchen gritted his teeth and grabbed the parchment roll in his sleeve pocket. She couldn't tell which one was the topographic map and which one was the military aircraft route map, so she simply pinched both of them and slowly pulled them out.

The texture of the parchment roll was so soft that it was effortless to pull it out, and it was quickly pulled out of his sleeve.

His heart was beating fast, and in less than half an hour, he felt as if three or five hours had passed. Inch by inch, she took the parchment roll under her arm, and it was not until the two parchment rolls were pressed under her arm that the heart of forgetting the dust was put down.

She withdrew her hand from his sleeve, and was about to let out a long sigh of relief—

A warm palm grasped her wrist.