Chapter 942 How Much I Love Her

Although Ye Canglan couldn't remember who that person was, but hearing the news that she might not be in this world exudes a cold aura, Ye Qingjin felt cold when he was around him.

"I lied to you, don't worry, you have made a life-and-death contract with her, if she dies, you can still be here?"

"Can you finish your sentence?" Ye Canglan gave him an annoyed look, as she was almost dying of nervousness just now.

Since someone who can make himself a life-and-death contract, it must prove that she is very important to him.

A life-and-death contract is to hand over one's own life to her. She lives by herself, and she dies by herself.

"What I said was right. Li Xu will definitely not let her go. Although she is not dead, the current situation will definitely not be good."

"Is there a portrait of her? I want to see her." Ye Canglan felt very uncomfortable. The greatest sorrow in this world is that he has forgotten the woman he loves the most.

"There must be, you doting wife madman, when we were on the island back then, I said she wasn't someone you would want to find me desperately." Ye Qingjin thought it was funny when Ye Canglan defended her.

"Tell me about her. What is she like?"

"She...to be precise, she doesn't look like a person, otherwise you wouldn't keep calling her a goblin, and she doesn't have the slightest self-knowledge as a woman.

She often gets into trouble, and she is the culprit, but you, a pervert, have never disliked her. Instead, you happily clean up the mess for her every time she gets into trouble.

Although she is sometimes willful and stubborn, she is actually a very good person, and a woman like Li Xu cannot be compared at all. "

Ye Qingjin thought that she had punched her eyes black before, but she was absolutely kind to Bai Litan.

Chan Shu is definitely the most individual woman he has ever seen besides Bai Li Tan!
Taking Ye Canglan to his study room, there are many calligraphy treasures from his past, among which Yun Jiushu is the most painted one.

"This is your little fairy. Your love is all in these paintings. See if you can remember anything?" Ye Qingjin handed it to him.

This is still the first appearance of Chanshu, Ye Canglan looked at the women in the painting in various poses.

In the painting, she will lie on the tree and take a nap; she will hug herself and act like a baby; she will wrap herself in the quilt like a caterpillar, and the shoes under the bed will be kicked far away;

She had candied haws in her mouth, and the sweet and sour taste made her squint her eyes; she danced in the snow like white snow and red plums.

She loves to laugh very much, she is laughing almost on every picture scroll, and occasionally there is a picture of her naive when she is sleeping, or the embarrassment of her stealing a good wine and being found out by herself.

If he didn't love her to the bottom of his heart, how could he portray her every frown and smile so vividly, as if she was standing in front of him.

She loves to laugh so much that when she smiles, her eyes bend like a fox.

Ye Canglan caressed the cheek of the person in the painting over and over again, as if she was right in front of him.

"Is she the one I love?"

"Can't you? Look at how well you drew her. It's almost like a real person standing in front of you. Hey, I don't know what happened to you. Such a thing happened. What are you going to do now? ?”

Ye Qingjin saw the complex expression on his face, even if he lost his memory, he still had feelings for the person in the painting.

(End of this chapter)

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