She looked at him with big eyes and countless expectations. It was impossible to say a cruel word.

Nevertheless, Mo always looked at her coldly.'I haven't lost my memory.

In July of the Song Dynasty, the whole people leaned in his arms, but muttered to themselves, "You might as well lose your memory, but it's better."

"What do you say?" His voice was low and still there was no temperature.

"Nothing..." In July, Song quickly denied it. She looked up and said, "Then don't you get angry, okay? Zhengyan, don't you get angry?

Mo Zhengyan looked at her, looked at her for a moment, held her arms in one hand,...