Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

"That's how things are." Ye Zhiqiu explained while drinking tea.

Her frightened mood finally calmed down a little at this moment.

Hua Zhaoying nodded, and subconsciously cast her gaze on Mu Muyan, who was looking at the blue rose on the table, lost in thought.

Hua Zhaoying frowned, what was it that made this little girl even neglect her mother.

"But I'm fine now, it's fine."

The woman said so.

Hua Zhaoying will look back with doubts.

Mu Xuecheng took Ye Zhiqiu to arrange her residence, and Mimis and Oakes happily ran aside to ponder the trophy.

But Hua Zhaoying and Wan Muyan were still sitting in the house, staying where they were, the house was silent, and no one said a word.

"This flower is..." Hua Zhaoying asked.

Wan Muyan smiled, and said, "Master, does it look familiar? Or maybe it looks like deja vu."

Hua Zhaoying nodded hesitantly.

"The florist shop some time ago, you still have a large bouquet of these flowers in your room."

Sure enough, he who has lost his memory will still make Wan Muyan feel a little lost at these times.

Dusk Yan stared at the beautiful flowers in the glass cover.

"A long time ago, a person told me that this flower is called Cloud Love."

"He said that this flower is unique in the world, and he specially cultivated it for me. He said that the meaning of this flower was also on his mind, but I couldn't find him. When I saw him again, he had already forgotten it."

There is nostalgia in the eyes of the dusk.

"Say, should I continue to follow him?"

Mu Yan watched the petals glowing with a faint blue light, knowing that the remaining soul resonated with Hua Zhaoying sitting on the wooden chair.

Hua Zhaoying frowned slightly, a picture flashed in his mind, the picture was blurry, only the blue rose in his hand, and a woman standing in front of him.

"Master, I will give you this flower."

Dusk Yan came to him with a glass cover.

Hua Zhaoying just felt a little uncomfortable, and he was a little reluctant to get close to the blue rose.

Wan Muyan's gaze was very sincere, and under her gaze, Hua Zhaoying raised her hand and touched the glass cover.

In an instant, many fragmented memories flooded into his mind.

The whole blue rose turned into dots of light, and melted into his body along his fingertips.

When Hua Zhaoying closed her eyes, it was difficult to open them.

He was lost in the vortex of memory, leaving only peace and tranquility.

Wan Muyan watched him fall asleep, but her gaze became extraordinarily soft.

She clapped her hands, and Ling Shaoqing walked in from the outside.

"Help me to see him."

On the way back to the guest house just now, she deliberately took a long detour to meet Ling Shaoqing.

After all, I was still a seven-year-old girl at this time, so I couldn't play with Hua Zhaoying so easily.

And Wan Muyan knew that if Hua Zhaoying regained his memory, he would definitely fall into a nightmare first, and someone must be watching him beside him.

Wan Muyan assisted Ling Shaoqing to move the old chair to the bed, and she silently glanced at Hua Zhaoying.

"Where are you going?"

Ling Shaoqing didn't ask about Hua Zhaoying, but just asked about Mu Yan who was about to leave.

Wan Muyan raised her head and smiled: "Some things are stored in someone else's place, I have to get them back."