632: C632 I still can't remember you

C632 I still can't remember you

The He Miao Pavilion was very big, it had a front yard and a backyard, He Miao had always been living in the middle courtyard, and when Xiao Lang was unconscious, he was also arranged to live in the middle courtyard, which was how Mo Han found out.

Therefore, after Xiao Lang woke up, in order to not be discovered, the Princess He Miao had arranged for him to stay in the backyard, while Xiao Lang was in a daze.

He sat beside a pavilion and stared blankly at a small pond in the backyard. He had been in a daze for three days and three nights because he realized that he had nothing to do other than stare blankly.

He did not know who he was, where he was, what he was going to do, or how he was going to live in the future. His mind was blank, like a newborn baby's. He was at a complete loss regarding this world.

In his hand was a sword, and behind him was a Supreme Chariot. Because He Miao had told him that perhaps when he saw the sword and the chariot, he would think of something?

He looked at the war chariot for a long time, but did not have the slightest impression of it. Instead, when he held the sword in his hand, he felt as if it was made of flesh and blood. It was as if this sword had a great relationship with him, so he had always held onto this sword.

He wanted to be able to remember everything, so that he would not be so lost, so idle, not knowing what he was going to do. So he had been sitting here, holding this blue Longsword, trying to recover his memory.

The sky was darkening slowly, and it was snowing again.

The world here is always the same white, and the snow stops and stops again and again." A cold wind raged in the courtyard, blowing the snow on the trees and filling the sky.

Snowflakes floated into the pavilion and into his clothes. They floated on his hair that was whiter than snow and blinded his eyes.

"Shashasha!"

The person in front was wearing a fox fur coat and a cape, his face was covered with a veil, but it only revealed his beautiful eyes. Although his dress wasn't thin, it still showed his graceful figure.

The one behind was the beautiful Palace Maid, she carried a box and looked at Xiao Lang who was sitting motionlessly in the courtyard, she sighed, then looked at Princess He Miao, her eyes filled with a sense of unworthiness for her.

Xiao Lang had already woken up for three or four days, but he remained cold towards his savior, Princess He Miao. Wrong... He was incredibly cold towards anyone and rarely spoke. Within his bones, there was a type of coldness that prevented others from talking for a thousand miles.

Logically speaking, if a person lost their memory, they would feel a sense of dependence or kinship with the person they saw at first glance. Furthermore, the Princess He Miao was very good to him. These past few days, he had been constantly talking to him, helping him recall his past, hoping that he would recover his memories. However, he always responded coldly, even disregarding everything that had happened ?

Was this person born cold-blooded?

Palace Maid began pouting, but since Princess He Miao had already entered the pavilion, she could only helplessly follow him.

"Xiao Lang, it's time to eat!"

Princess He Miao's voice was very cheerful, her eyes were filled with joy, as though one could see that Xiao Lang's mood was extremely cheerful. He placed the box on the table and took out the delicate food inside.

"Oh!"

As expected, Xiao Lang replied indifferently. He inserted the Longsword that was even colder than ice and snow into the ground outside the pavilion, turned his head and walked into the pavilion. Then, he sat down with his bowl and started eating with big bites. None... He glanced at the two of them.

A trace of heartache flashed through Princess He Miao's beautiful eyes, but she immediately covered it up and laughed lightly: "Hehe, eat slower, it's not like there's anyone stealing from you!"

"Yes, yes!"

Xiao Lang vaguely responded a few times, but he still wolfed down his food. Although he lost his memories, he still retained many of his habits. For example, when you ate, you would be like a small knife, always being so cruel ?

Very quickly, the big bowl of rice, several plates of dishes and a few pastries all entered his stomach. Xiao Lang drank a mouthful of water, rubbed his stomach and burped, then looked at Princess He Miao and He Mo and said: Thank you Miss Heer!

"Why are you being so courteous?"

The Princess He Miao nodded with a smile, but as expected, Xiao Lang went back to the pavilion and took his Longsword and sat down next to it. He looked at the pond and the snowstorm in the distance, and just like before, he ignored the two people!

Princess He Miao's eyes flashed with a hint of pain, she gently walked, then knelt down beside Xiao Lang, and without saying a word, she accompanied him and looked into the distance.

Xiao Lang did not realise that, and continued to look in front of him in a daze. He did not look like he had lost his memory, but more like a fool.

"Is the snow beautiful?"

"Beautiful!"0

"Have you thought about anything for so many days?"

"No!"

"Then why are you sitting here every day?"

"I don't know!"

Princess He Miao was the same as before, attempting to chat with Xiao Lang. However, every response from Xiao Lang was short and cold, and he did not even glance at Princess He Miao, as if he was talking to a stranger.

Princess He Miao turned to look at Xiao Lang, and then waved his hand to let the muddy ground down. After He Mo left the backyard, she suddenly untied the muslin covering her face, and looked at Xiao Lang: "Xiao Lang, look at me, look... Can you remember anything? "

Xiao Lang numbly turned his head and looked at Princess He Miao's Chuchu face. His eyes were still in confusion, and after looking at it for a while, he shook his head and said: "You are very beautiful, but.. I still can't remember you! "

"Pah!"

Xiao Lang turned his head again as two drops of tears flowed down from the corner of his eyes. They fell on the stone floor and blossomed into two plum blossoms. She looked at Xiao Lang's face in a daze, but Xiao Lang seemed to have completely changed, his expression did not change at all.

Princess He Miao shook her head, she did not know what was going on with Xiao Lang. Logically speaking, even if he lost his memory, his temperament wouldn't change, right? How did he suddenly become so cold and heartless?

Despite Xiao Lang's ruthless departure on the sea of ice and snow, at that moment, she thought Xiao Lang was a cold-hearted person. But when he looked back, the light in his eyes made her feel that Xiao Lang was a person who had a heartless appearance but an incomparable kindness in his heart.

She tried to use her tenderness to move Xiao Lang, even if it was just giving her a smile.

But... Xiao Lang did not, and did not look at her directly.

She suddenly felt wronged, lowering her head, no longer looking at Xiao Lang, the dry tears once again flowed down her face. Her body started to twitch slightly. The sad look on Chuchu's face was heartbreaking.

Xiao Lang still did not reply, she was like a rock standing tall in the cold wind.

Just as Princess He Miao was covering his face and preparing to leave, a hand reached out.

She suddenly raised her head in delight, only to see that Xiao Lang's face was still incomparably cold and detached. However, at this moment, he actually opened his mouth, "Don't cry, crying your eyes out won't be beautiful!"

The words were cold, but it was extremely warm in Princess He Miao's ears.

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