The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

Jun Heng tried his best to suppress the turbulent emotions in his heart, pursed his lips, and silently walked to the edge of the book case. There was a mezzanine in the book case, which few people could find.

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

Twelve years have passed.

The Prince's Hall has not been refurbished. 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 was before, and it feels a lot more rough.

Each envelope is dated.

Jun Heng took a deep breath, his black eyelashes drooped slightly, and he took out a letter from it. The snow-white rice paper and ink-colored handwriting were still well preserved.

The handwriting is still a bit immature, but it penetrates the back of the paper, which shows the shocking mood when writing.

That was his struggle with memory when he was young.

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

The most written on the rice paper is to remind yourself not to forget.

But it didn't last long.

He only persisted for a year or two, and even forgot where the envelopes were stored.

Jun Heng gritted his teeth tightly, pursed his thin crimson lips tightly, and his dark pupils were filled with turbulent emotions. After reading the letters bit by bit, there was a sparkle in his eyes, but they only shook slightly and did not fall off.

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

There is a sudden, sour sweetness, but more irreparable regrets, as well as subtle grievances and resentments.

He obviously has worked so hard to guard that memory.

Why let him forget!

Obviously he wrote down all the past events and left marks everywhere, but he seemed to ignore them and never looked at those envelopes again.

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

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

He promised that he would find her when he grows up, but what can he do to find her who has lost his memory!

He is not reconciled!

Jun Heng slowly put down the envelope, his lips became paler, he covered his heart slightly slowly, silently feeling the dull pain coming from there, but covering it was completely useless, it hurt.

The pain was so painful that his heart stopped suddenly, like an indestructible barrier, bringing a gradually deepening sense of suffocation.

His body swayed slightly, and he supported the desk with his hands to stabilize his figure. His knuckles were white, leaving a little mark on the desk.

It's too late.

It's too late.

The dark eyes dimmed, and the whole person was depressed and discouraged.

The unstoppable pain in the heart and the sharp stabbing pain in the brain, the reaction was more severe than before, the light and shadow in front of my eyes gradually blurred, replaced by darkness a little bit, the body tensed slightly, and the fingers and palms propped on the desk were extraordinarily hard .

Jun Heng froze on the spot and didn't move for a long time.

He can't go anywhere now, even though he has clearly remembered the arrangement of the palace in his mind, his body cannot accept the instructions smoothly and make correct movements.

If only he had been treated well in the first place.

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

After recovering his memory, 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 that the soul strayed into his childhood.

He didn't know if she had those memories from the beginning, or just learned about them later.

If she had remembered him since entering the palace, how much his behavior would have disappointed her. He said that he would look for her when he grew up and would wait for her forever, but what did he do?

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

He stood frozen in the Prince's Hall for a long time. There was no coal burning here, and the temperature in the hall was very low. The cold wind invaded and pierced through the inside of his clothes. There were bursts of chill, and the hand resting on the desk was already icy cold.

But what is colder is the heart.

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

Jun Heng slowed down, took the stack of envelopes, and walked out of the hall slowly. The light outside the hall shone on his delicate and handsome face, and the whiteness was somewhat transparent, as if it was extraordinarily 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, found a wooden box to pack it, and put it together with the box containing the jewelry she had worn.

He lay silently on the bed, not thinking about anything, not wanting to do anything, quietly looking at the gauze curtain above his head, with a lifeless look.

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

His dark and narrow eyes were rarely soft. He slowly took out the medicine bottle Xu Jinchuan gave him, poured out a medicine from it, and obediently swallowed it.

He needs to take good medicine.

The slender and thin lips whispered again, "I am obedient."

The beautiful eyes contained longing and grievances.

Again, "I'll be very obedient."

Therefore, they will meet if they have made an agreement, and they cannot break their promises.

She made herself wait for hers.

He will obediently wait for her to come back.

Don't give up on him, okay.

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After staying in Yaowang Valley for a month, Luo Ci's body has been recuperated pretty well, she is not as afraid of the cold as before, and the classics given to her by her grandmother have greatly improved her physical fitness.

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

For example, the ability in the plane of cultivating immortals will be greatly restricted in the normal plane.

What you have learned is what truly belongs to you. What is bestowed by God will be taken back sooner or later.

During this period, Luo Ci pestered Xu Jinchuan from time to time to ask about the news from the palace, and asked him to make a note for Jun Heng. He had only been away for a month, and he wanted to go back after not recovering well.

Luo Ci expressed helplessness.

Fragments are easy to overcompensate, think about some heartbreaking things, and secretly feel wronged, what if it turns black.

So far, she has not seen a fragment that blackened in front of her, and she may not be able to react at first, but those fragments never hurt herself.

So did Jun Heng.

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

The consciousness is hers, and all the experiences are also experienced by this consciousness. She will not take irrelevant people to hurt her no matter how they hurt her, but the fragments are not.

It's just that the fragments in the back 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's done well enough.