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Yang Ziying looked at Xuan Peng and tried her best to remain calm as she asked Xuan Peng, ”Don't you want Xiao Ran to remember everything earlier?”

Xuan Peng knew the answer very well in his heart. He remembered that Silent Dye would pull away from him, and he would remember how he had hurt her. Xuan Peng could not face Silent Dye that way.

Qiu Hong didn't really want to either. She was afraid that Jing Xiaoxiao would ask her why she abandoned her little daughter and her helpless husband to go with another man. Qiu Hong's face was also ugly, but she knew this was good for her.

Jing Xiaoxiao had already lost her shadow in front of them, so Xuan Peng chased after her in a hurry. As for the matter of not wanting Jing Xiaoxiao to recover her memories, he avoided it.

In the blurry memory of the study room, a handsome and refined figure was not sitting at the desk, swishing as he signed his name.

The small cactus by the window was still growing. A small flower bud had already appeared.

Quietly, time pulled back to that afternoon. The first thing she saw was him lying unconscious on the ground with a head full of white hair, right here.

He slowly squatted down and touched the ground with his fingers, trying to touch that body.

Xiao Meng Han, Xiao Meng Han, Xiao Meng Han … Countless echoes resounded in her mind. Her body was trembling as she responded to the voices in her head. Who was Xiao Meng Han?

Facing Xuan Peng who had walked into the study, Mo Xiaoxiao raised her head and looked at him with reddened eyes. She asked, ”Who is Xiao Meng Han?”

”Xiao Yan.” Xuan Peng half knelt on the ground, his fingers trembling as he held her shoulders. He didn't know how to tell her the answer. ”What did you remember?”

”Who is Xiao Meng Han?” Tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes. The princess dress she was wearing was a bit awkward. She dirtied a lot of her areas, and her pretty lace cut a lot of areas as well.

Mo Xiaoshan lowered her head and looked at the princess dress she was wearing. The tears in her eyes were even more intense now. What should she remember? How much had she forgotten?

”I'm sorry.” Xuan Peng only said three words and fiercely hugged Mo Xiaoxiao.

He didn't know how to explain it to her, who Xiao Meng Han was, and what was even more difficult was how he had hurt her.

Qiu Hong and Yang Ziying only walked to the door. The two of them looked at each other, but neither of them walked in. They looked at each other, and from each other's eyes, they knew that they were thinking the same thing.

That afternoon, he stayed by himself.

She closed the bedroom door and sat alone on the veranda with its wicker chairs. She remembered that afternoon when they were going to the party because Yang Ziying was going to take her as her goddaughter.

Xiao Menghan shamelessly sat on the balcony as he gave her a present.

Narrowing his eyes, Jing Xiaoxiao saw a peerlessly beautiful man walk out from within her line of sight. He wore a noble smile that contained an unbridled pride that would not be tied up by the secular world. He was the only one in the world, a gift from the heavens to her.

A newspaper was quietly lying on the bed behind him. On the front page, there were two hairy figures, one big and one small, followed by a pack of wolves.

Mo Xiaoxiao knew that it was not a wolf, but a Tibetan Mastiff, the dog meat she had once really wanted to eat.

Xiao Menghan and Shao Wandering, her husband and son, were waiting for her.

As the sun was setting, Yang Ziying knocked on the door. She lowered her voice and asked with a heavy tone, ”Xiao Yan, do you want to talk to Mom?”