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Chapter 191 Completely Forget, Can You Do It?
And Lu Xicheng who was on the side looked at him with a dull look on his face, as if he was calm, and there was no trace of anger.

He said slowly, "Gently, I'll take you in, okay?"

Shen Zhao saw that there was a slight smile on Zheng Qingqing's face.

He suddenly felt like a clown, funny and ridiculous.

It was rare for him to be stunned, but Zheng gently took Lu Xicheng's hand and walked past him.

When she left, she left a faint sentence: "Shen Zhao, you are not welcome in the Zheng Family Courtyard."

Shen Zhao froze in place, just because of her words, his face was like that of a dying old man, revealing a lifeless look.

At the other end, Zheng Qingqing's figure had already drifted away.

She raised her head where Shen Zhao could not see, and looked at Lu Xicheng's clear and gentle eyes.There is nothing else in her eyes except him.

The albizia julibrissin in the center of the courtyard blooms just right, surrounded by clusters of blossoms, lush and warm red.

Zheng gently pointed to the tree and said to Lu Xicheng: "When I was young, I used to play there. My father made me a swing and hung it on that tree. But later, the swing broke. Then it's gone."

What responded to her was a gentle kiss on the hair: "Gently, I'll do it again for you, okay?"

Her eyes were wet, but it was just because of such a sentence.

She choked up, smiled and said "yes".

The Zheng family has been deserted for many years, and the empty house reveals decadence and decay from the inside.

Shen Zhao should have sent someone over to clean it from time to time, but because no one lived in it for a long time, the house eventually fell into uncontrollable ruin.

Standing at the porch of the hall, Zheng Qingwei was filled with emotion for a moment.

Lu Xicheng took the bag in her hand, he rubbed her hair, and said, "Gently, you take a rest downstairs, I'll go up and tidy up the bedroom."

He nodded, and let him pull himself onto the sofa, from beginning to end, he looked submissive.

Lu Xicheng suddenly felt distressed. He leaned forward and looked at her with a gentle tone: "Gently, I know that it will be a very painful thing for people to recover their memories. If you are unhappy or sad, you can tell me , don’t hold back alone, okay?”

She looked at him and remained silent.

The arcs at the end of his eyes are provocative, slightly raised, if you look carefully, there is a line from the corner of the eyes, which is fascinating.

Zheng Weiwei knew that when she met him, she was doomed to sink beyond measure.After a long time, as if she had made some decision, she suddenly hugged him tightly.

She said: "Xicheng, when I walked into this place just now, I was thinking to what extent we want to let the past constrain us. You are already by my side, all the past, good and bad, It’s all in the past. People still have to look forward, no one can walk towards the future while recalling the past.”

"Gently, completely forget, can you do it?" His voice was hoarse.

She smiled with water in her eyes: "I can do it."

Lu Xicheng looked at her, his eyes full of ink, he was used to whitewashing peace with a gentle and calm face, and his emotions of great joy and great sorrow had long been buried with all the past.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt hot-eyed.His eye sockets were blood red, and the thick ink between his brows and eyes was the color of grief.

He said in a hoarse voice: "But gently, the one who may not be able to do it is me?"

(End of this chapter)