Madam Dihao is not good

Cold sweat was flowing, his eyelids were drooping, and he vaguely saw the shadow of Sikong Yinger: 【You can't recover your memory.Because your brain is now a fragile string and cannot stand any external stimuli at all>

[If I must restore my memory? 】

【I'll never help you, so what if you remember, it's just a stumbling block to her happiness!Why do you repeat the tragedy? !wake up! 】

The last sentence seemed to touch a certain mechanism in Sikong Zeye's mind.

His brain exploded in an instant, with severe pain: [

[If she doesn't love you, no matter whether she loved you in the past but forgot, or never loved you... When she doesn't love you anymore, your love will only become her burden. 】

【Look at you now, you are just a stumbling block to her happiness! 】

"You are just a stumbling block to her happiness!"

That sentence became a bruise in his heart six years ago, and he could not touch it or move it.The slightest touch will tear the whole body apart.

He lay down for a week, drunk and woke up, that was the most decadent time for him, his beard was unshaven, and his whole body smelled of alcohol.Even Yinger would hide her face and run away when she saw it.

He has always been a person who can afford to let go.

But that was the first time he was hurt so badly...

internal injury.trauma.

It was like a patient who was bleeding profusely, dying, and the final rescue would only delay his suffering.

A week later, he finally couldn't bear the longing and went back to find Bai Yunshang, and saw them coming out of a supermarket.

Bai Yunshang lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

There is a lot of traffic across the road.

When Mo Liuyuan saw him, he hugged Bai Yunshang in his arms, looked at him with haughty and disdainful eyes, and said with a mouthful: stumbling block.