The host is a piece of trash

Chapter 487 Amnesia Battle (9)

I really hope we can be together forever.

Simply put, it doesn’t matter whether the past memories can be found or not. After all, only the present is the most important, right?

What's more, the memory that can be forgotten is not a good past in itself, is it?

The two of them quickly fell asleep at night.

……

the other side.

Under the dense night, the black hood almost merged with himself. In the endless darkness, there was no light in his eyes.

Nightmares follow like a shadow.

Is this her final foothold?
A haggard hand stretched out.

The moonlight shines coldly on it, without any warmth or comfort.

"So, that's really me."

His voice and his outstretched hand have two completely different feelings. One has entered his twilight years, while the other is clear and beautiful.

How long has he been trapped in this world?

In fact, it's been so long that he doesn't even remember it.

But if he couldn't bring out Lu Yue's words, he would rather stay here forever, even if he watched her get married with others, time and time again, but as long as he could still watch her, he would be fine.

Everything in the past was because he couldn't help her.

So be it.

As long as I can still see her happy, even just once is enough.

But why, that memory that should be forgotten is always remembered by her?
Find a way, obviously everyone has decided to be content with the status quo, so don't make any changes.

……

……

The next day.

The air after the rain is especially fresh.

Because Lin Tang'er's health was not yet well, Lin Li'er decided to stay here for one night, gave Lin Tang'er medicine early, took care of her sister, and then left in a hurry to go to work.

After all, the money for the medicine was already cleared up when she went to see a doctor last night, so she doesn't care what she does, but she must not let Tang'er suffer together with her!
So after Lin Tang'er slowly woke up, she was surprised to find that there was no one around her.

She wrapped the clothes around her body, her eyes naturally fell on the stove not far away, and there was an unpleasant smell of medicine in the stove, but Lin Tang'er bent her eyes.

She certainly won't be abandoned.

Slowly moving to the side of the medicine, she filtered out the medicine residue, and a bowl of pitch-black medicine appeared in her hand.

Her delicate nose was slightly wrinkled, but she drank it in one go, choking non-stop for a while.

"Well, it's so hard to drink."

Lin Tang'er sat on the straw mat a little weakly, wrapped up her clothes, and soon lost her spirit again.

Yesterday's illness was not cured.

It was because the illness hadn't recovered quickly, so she didn't notice that behind the shadows of trees outside the ruined temple, there was a figure looking at her gravely.

……

This is not a good dream.

Perhaps her choice to sleep was a wrong choice.

In the dream, there are all kinds of grotesque worlds, so she has no sense of belonging, although the world she is in now does not have any sense of belonging...

But those dreams, especially those days of muddling along, don't seem to be like her at all, but they seem to be her appearance...

Sure enough, one should not dream in broad daylight.

But when she really wanted to get out of this dream, it seemed that there were countless hands pulling her, pulling her, pulling her hard all the time, trying to make her never crawl out.

That feeling is quite suffocating.

Lin Tang'er felt that the self in the dream seemed to want to die very much.

(End of this chapter)