Silly wife of a handsome silver-haired man: Concubine Leng Yufei

But when his eyes fell on the woman's face, Fan Ruoyu was astonished on his small but delicate cheeks.What she saw was the face she had missed so much, the appearance of her mother.

Suddenly, she laughed, and instinctively threw herself into the arms of the woman in white, "Mother, Ruoyu misses you so much!"

The woman in white froze, "Who are you? What did you call me?" A cold voice radiating chills like ten thousand years of ice rang out, and at the same time, she pushed away the lovely person who was rushing towards her.

But when the hand touched the body of the person who rushed over, his cold eyes froze sharply.Looking at the palm of his hand, he passed through the child's body again in disbelief.

The palm of the hand turned into a fist and held tightly.Trying hard to suppress the panic in my heart, what happened to her?Why is there no memory of her becoming like this? [

But—even if there is no memory.She can also be pretty sure that she doesn't know her.

But—even if there is no memory.She can also know for sure that she really has never seen her.

"Who are you?" He uttered again, but this time neither his hands nor his body moved.Knowing that it would be useless even if she moved, she was still curious why she could touch her while holding her child?But she can only pass through the body.

At this time, Fan Ruoyu raised his head, his eyes were dim with tears, his small face was full of grievances, and his eyes were clear and bright, "Mother, don't you recognize Ruoyu?" Puzzled, he suddenly let go of the woman in white in fear. , shouted: "No, you are not the mother. The mother's heart is bright red, but yours is dark!" The dusty shady scene couldn't see clearly what that heart looked like.

The woman in white frowned and looked down at herself.Heart?dark?The corners of the lips are drawn up Yes, it's dark!It's just that the clothes on her body are very strange, like ancient Hanfu.What I wear belongs to the category of middle clothes.He raised his head again, looking at the half-grown child in front of him with scrutiny in his eyes.She was also wearing a white tunic, her hair was tied into a small bun, and she had a delicate and immature face.Frowning, that appearance looks familiar.The furrowed brows were loosened, and the petite face was slightly immature, wasn't it exactly what he looked like when he was ten years old?

The lips were slightly pursed, "Who are you?" The voice was still cold without the slightest warmth, but there were doubts in the words, "What's your name?"

His eyes were fixed on Fan Ruoyu, and the scrutiny in his eyes was undisguised.

Did not hear the answer, the woman is not in a hurry, just looking around.But as the eyes turned, the woman's brows furrowed deeper than before.I thought to myself, where is this?There was a white mist, and nothing could be seen.There seemed to be some noisy voices in my ears, but I couldn't really hear them.

The woman paced slowly, she was thinking how did she come here?Why is there no impression at all?What exactly happened here?

And Xiao Ruoyu is also confused, but what she is confused about is why she sees everyone's heart so strangely?It wasn't bright red or black, but a thick black mist wrapped around it, and she couldn't see the color inside it at all in the darkness.In confusion, he raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him. Her face was almost the same as her mother's, and she was also the same as herself.