V2.Chapter 696

In the hazy, she seems to see him fall down together, but at that time, her memory has been gradually dissipated, everything with the beginning of reincarnation, forgotten.

Even in the heart of the most persistent name also disappeared.

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Since then, the flower on the street fell into a coma.

Yan Beicheng did not know how, but he came back a little later that day, and then such a thing happened.

Father and son drove all the people out, only they guarded the faint flowers on the street.

Now, it's the tenth day.

Xiao Sizhou is stubborn and tight. He feels that he has harmed the flowers on the street. He must be here to guard how sleepy he is. At the moment, a pair of round eyes are red and swollen with tears, and he has been trying to endure for several hours. He can't bear to lie down beside the bed and sleep in the past.

Yan Beicheng's eyes are full of blood. He holds the small boat to the side of the cave for a while, and then he sits back again. He holds the hand of the flower on the street tightly in his hand, and looks at the peaceful sleeping face of the flower on the street with complicated eyes.

On the street flower is not injured faint, she is just the memory of the past suddenly awakened, now this mortal body can not bear, will be so unconscious.

Now she should have almost all the things recalled.

Yan Beicheng gently held the hand of a stranger and sighed: "the one who should come is always unavoidable. Now that I have awakened, I will not seal your memory. Now that you are old, I will go with you to find your daughter."

In fact, the memory of moshanghua has been awakened under the influence of Ning Zhizhi for many times. It is only one step away that it will be fully awakened. However, moshanghua is now a physical fetus with a small boat in mind, so it is impossible to find the whereabouts of cloud dance.

Therefore, he had no choice but to seal the memory of flowers on the stranger with all the power he had just awakened.

"Cloud dance Sorry Sorry... " On the bed on the street flower lip petal micro Zhang, began to be uncontrollable nonsense.

Yan Beicheng as usual clenched the hands of the flowers on the street, but did not expect that her long eyelashes trembled twice and slowly opened her eyes.

A beautiful monster but familiar face fell into the eye, the blank color in the eyes of flowers on the street gradually dispersed, but did not get up.

If in the past, her first thing must be to support the body to get up, then line side.

But now, she is just tightly staring at the enlarged face in front of her eyes. The mood in her eyes is complex and difficult to say, and constantly changing. For a long time, the light of the water in her eyes suddenly shed tears.

Yan Beicheng quickly wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, as if to say something, but finally went to pursed her lips, did not speak.

Moshanghua did not refuse Yan Beicheng's intimacy. She had been used to Yan Beicheng's intimacy for years in the kingdom of God, but now looking at this face, her mood is no longer the same.

She refused to speak. Yan Beicheng, as usual, got up and poured a glass of water himself. He whispered, "I know you must have a lot to say now. You've been in a coma for ten days. You'd better drink some water first."

The girl turned around and was held up by Yanbei city. He took the tea cup, but he held it in his hand and never drank it. His eyes never left Yanbei city.