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She waved her hand tiredly, sat in front of the dressing table, rested her forehead with her palm, closed her eyes,

"I know it's useless to argue with you now, and it's very naive. I don't want to hear more of your defense of his one-sided words. Now, please leave. I want to be alone... ..."

There was no response for a long time, and the silence around me was almost like a vacuum.

Suddenly, as if from a magical sixth sense, she slowly raised her head and stared at the beautiful young man who had stood behind her at some point in the mirror.

Wearing a silver-gray dress of expensive materials and exquisite tailoring, a pearl-white shirt, and a gray-and-white checkered silk scarf loosely tied around his neck, his face is too pale, like a nobleman who has lived in seclusion in a castle for generations.

It reminded her of the rose garden in the dark night, the big swaying bloody roses, under the moonless and starless night sky, only pale skin was the only bright color.

It is so quiet and peaceful, noble to the extreme.

It's just that the ice-green luster emanating from the bottom of the eyes is as fragile as the legendary green glass, which seems to shatter with a light tap. ． ． ． ． ．

The two faced each other quietly through the mirror.

A few seconds later, Cheng Liu left his mouth, his voice slightly hoarse, "I heard from Butler Sam that you were forced to lose your memory by Madam Qiangwei?"

She lived in the Rose Manor since she was a child, and it's not that she hasn't seen the process of some servants who have done wrong things being forced to lose their memory. ． ． ． ． ．

Extremely bloody and cruel!

It is said that the degree of pain experienced by the parties can even be compared to the cruelest torture!

Madam Qiangwei, do you really have the heart to let her only son suffer like this?

"You, do you care about these?"

Chu Yilun's voice was as light as the moonlight on rose petals, but the pain in her tone and the slight sadness in her eyes were so heavy that her breathing began to become uneven.

She stood up, walked slowly towards him, stood still a step away from him, stared at the pair of deep ice green pupils, and then suddenly wanted to brush the light brown hair from his forehead.

Chu Yilun dodged backwards for a while, but he didn't dodge. The broken hair on the forehead was brushed away, revealing|exposing|exposing two shocking scars underneath, one on the left and one on the left at the hairline of the white|white porcelain forehead.

"Ah Lun, you—" Cheng Liuli reached out his hand to touch the scar in grief, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "Ms. Qiangwei, how could I do such a horrible thing to you!"

It's not clear to her that in the history of medicine, memory loss is generally a sequela caused by brain concussions such as car accidents and violent head impacts.

And if there is no external force at all, it is a very painful and extremely dangerous adventure to want a person to lose his memory.

Generally, the parties need to be completely isolated from the outside world in a dark dark room for at least two weeks, during which time they will be completely isolated. ． ． ． ． ．Not at all. ． ． ． ． ．Communicate with the outside world in any sense. ． ． ． ． ．

The caster needs to repeatedly stimulate the pain nerves in the brain of the recipient to ensure the sensitivity of accepting hints.

When most people's memory has not been forcibly stripped, people. ． ． ． ． ．Go crazy first. ． ． ． ． ．

The remaining small group of people with extremely firm will will become stupid because of excessive brain pain stimulation|stimulation. ． ． ． ． ．