The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

Jun Heng tried his best to suppress the surging emotions in his heart, pursed his lips tightly, and walked silently to the edge of the bookcase. There was a mezzanine in the bookcase, and few people could find it.

He took out a thick stack of envelopes from the mezzanine.

Twelve years have passed.

The Prince's Palace has not been renovated. After more than ten years of wind and rain, the house is more or less damp. The envelope is no longer as smooth as it used to be, and it feels a lot more rough.

Each envelope is dated.

Jun Heng took a deep breath, the pitch-black eyelashes dropped slightly, and took out a letter from the inside. The white rice paper and the ink-colored handwriting were still well preserved.

The handwriting is still a little immature, but it penetrates the back of the paper, showing the turbulent mood when writing.

It was his struggle with memory as a young man.

He didn't understand why everything about her was gradually fading. He was afraid of forgetting her and couldn't wait for her, so he wrote down the past.

The most written on the rice paper is to tell myself not to forget.

But it didn't last long.

He only lasted a year or two, even forgetting where the envelopes were kept.

Jun Heng clenched his teeth, pursed his thin red lips tightly, and turbulent emotions oscillated in his pitch-black pupils. After reading those letters little by little, there was a shimmering water in his eyes, but they only swayed slightly and did not fall.

What I want to vent, what I want to tell, all are backlogged in my heart.

There is suddenness, there is sour sweetness, but more of it is irreparable regret, as well as subtle grievances and resentments.

He had obviously worked so hard to keep that memory alive.

Why should he forget it!

He clearly wrote down everything in the past and left marks everywhere, but he just ignored them and never looked at those envelopes again.

Whenever he saw a mark, he would never forget these envelopes.

But those imprints seemed to have been erased abruptly, trying to prevent him from recovering his memory.

It was agreed that he would find her when he grew up, but what did he find for him who had lost his memory!

He is not reconciled!

Jun Heng slowly put down the envelope, his lips paled a lot, he moved slightly slowly to cover his heart, and silently felt the dull pain from there, but it was completely useless and painful.

It was so painful that his heart stopped suddenly, like a barrier that couldn't be broken, bringing a deepening sense of suffocation.

His body swayed slightly, he propped his hands on the desk to stabilize his body, and his knuckles were white, leaving a little imprint on the desk.

It's too late.

It's too late.

The dark eyes dimmed, and the whole person was full of depression and discouragement.

The unbearable pain in my heart and my mind also came with sharp stinging pains. The reaction was more severe than before. The light and shadow in front of me gradually blurred, and a little bit was replaced by darkness. .

Jun Heng froze in place, not moving for a long time.

He can't go anywhere now. Even though he has clearly remembered the arrangements in the temple, his body cannot accept the instructions smoothly and make the correct actions.

If only he had healed well in the first place.

That way he won't be reduced to where he is now.

After the memory was recovered, he even wanted to go to Yaowang Valley to find her regardless, nothing was important, only her was the most important.

He guessed her origin, it should be the soul that strayed into his childhood.

He didn't know if she had those memories in the first place, or if she knew it later.

If she remembered him since she entered the palace, how disappointing his behavior must have been. He said that he would look for her when he grew up and would wait for her, but what did he do?

If she had those memories later, she would definitely be more disappointed in him.

He stood stiffly in the Prince's Palace for a long time. There was no charcoal burning here. The temperature in the hall was very low.

But what is even colder is the heart.

He stayed for a long time until the symptoms subsided, his five senses were clear, his body collapsed for a while, and his limbs were already numb.

Jun Heng slowed down, holding the stack of envelopes, and walked out of the palace slowly, the light from outside the palace shone on his delicate and handsome face, with a sense of transparency in the whiteness, which seemed to be particularly fragile.

Eunuch Li was very worried when he saw His Majesty's appearance, "Your Majesty..."

The young emperor's voice was hoarse, "Go back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

He carefully protected the envelope in his arms, controlled his numb legs, and slowly returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. He found a wooden box and packed it, and put it together with the box that contained the jewelry she once wore.

He lay silently on the bed, didn't want to do anything, didn't want to do anything, quietly looked at the gauze curtain above his head, with a lifeless look.

After a long silence, he muttered softly, "...I want to be obedient."

The dark and long eyes rarely showed a bit of softness. He slowly took out the medicine bottle that Xu Jinchuan gave him, poured out a medicine from it, and took it obediently.

He wants to take good medicine.

Soft and thin lips whispered again, "I'm obedient."

Beautiful eyes filled with longing and grievances.

Again, "I'll be very obedient."

Therefore, what has been agreed, they will meet, and they cannot break their promises.

She made herself wait for her.

He will wait for her to come back.

Don't give up on him, okay.

*

After staying in Medicine King Valley for a month, Luo Ci's body was well nourished, and she was not as afraid of cold as before. In addition, the classics given to her by her grandmother greatly improved her physical fitness.

She feels that this martial art can't be lost in the future, at least when the divine power can't be used, it can play a big role, and it can also be effective in other small planes, and it will not be restricted by the difference in plane laws.

At least the ability on the Immortal Cultivation Plane will be greatly restricted when it reaches the Ordinary Plane.

What you have learned is what truly belongs to you. What God has bestowed will be taken back one day.

During this time, Luo Ci pestered Xu Jinchuan from time to time to ask about the news of the palace, and asked him to write down a note to Jun Heng. He had only been away for a month, and he wanted to go back before he had recovered much.

Luo Ci expressed very helpless.

Fragments are easy to overdo it, think about some heartbroken things, and secretly feel wronged, what if they become black.

So far, she hadn't seen a shard blackened in front of her, and she might not be able to react at first, but those shards would never hurt herself.

So is Jun Heng.

It wasn't that she didn't have grievances at the beginning, and it didn't mean that those experiences were all avatars and could be separated.

The divine sense is hers, and all the experiences are also felt by this divine sense. No matter how unrelated people hurt her, she will not take them to heart, but the fragments are not.

It's just that the fragments behind him were already very sad. After seeing him, he was slowly adjusting his attitude towards himself, and he never made himself sad again.

he's good.

From his standpoint, he has done enough.