Chapter 645

Wen churan was stunned and saw his thin lips open.

"No matter what it is, from now on, don't take personal risks. When you encounter these, you should call me the first time. Remember?"

The man's low tone was mixed with a trace of happiness, as if he was glad that she was safe.

Wen churan can't stand his sudden approach. He can only nod and promise, "I... I know."

Sheng Ziyuan then raised a satisfied smile and stood up.

When he was ready to leave, Wen churan stopped him again. He wanted to talk and stopped for several times before he summoned up the courage and asked, "if you find the memory beast, can you restore other people's memory?"

Sheng Ziyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his keen eyes seemed to see Wen churan's deep heart.

"Master, the person you really want to restore your memory, if I guess right, it should be Sheng Shimo."

Wen churan's expression was stiff for a moment. Where is this small change, he could not escape Sheng Ziyuan's eyes.

She didn't speak. It was a tacit agreement.

Sheng Ziyuan frowned deeper and deeper. He could see that he was a little unhappy.

After holding it for a long time, he opened his mouth and replied coldly, "No."

Then he slammed the door.

Can't you?

Maybe it's just Sheng Ziyuan's lie. Anyway, Wen churan should try it!

Late at night, the moonlight outside the window was cold, and the branches swayed with the wind. Wen churan, who was lying in bed, couldn't sleep for a long time. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the face under the bed, so he would shrink his body with fear.

Unconsciously, she couldn't help falling asleep, but began to have all kinds of nightmares again and again, including ferocious, bloody, terrorist and frightening.

Despite the pain, she seemed to be trapped in a dream and couldn't extricate herself. She was scared pale, sweating, and even dancing, but she still couldn't wake up and couldn't help making a sound of dream nonsense.

"Help..."

"Don't come!"

"What is this...?"

When Wen churan was trapped in a nightmare and her mood became more and more intense, a broad palm suddenly held her waving little hand

In this short moment, the sudden wide palm seemed to become the backing of Wen churan, which could dispel all her fears for her. She was like grasping the straw to save her life, holding the hand tightly, as if she would never loosen it again after she died!

Perhaps because of the comfort of this hand, Wen churan's mood calmed down a lot, and he didn't have any more nightmares, but entered a sweet sleep.

The woman's face is picturesque, and there is still a fear that has not been eliminated in time. She looks extremely poor and distressing.

In her sleep, she was like a baby in swaddling clothes, curled up in the wide palm of her hand.

This feeling, warm and comfortable, is also mixed with a trace of lingering.

The next day, when Wen churan woke up, he raised his hand for the first time and sounded what happened last night.

Last night, I vaguely held a hand.

Is it Sheng Ziyuan?

Because he was too scared and worked too hard last night, Wen churan clearly remembered that he seemed to have pinched the back of the hand.

While eating, she looked hard at Sheng Ziyuan's hands and saw that he had a pair of white and beautiful hands without any scars.

Not Sheng Ziyuan?

Is that

Wen churan couldn't help looking up and glanced at Sheng Shi Mo sitting opposite.

He held chopsticks in one hand intact. The other hand was always under the table. No matter how she glanced, she couldn't see it.