After I traveled through the book, I spoiled the anorexic prince

Gu Qinghe didn't notice his mood changes and was still immersed in trying to communicate with Fanfan.

Liubai waited for her answer for a long time, the self-loathing and depression in his eyes became more and more intense. He followed her with his head down, kicking a passing stone with every step he took.

As he walked along, he kicked all the stones on the roadside and connected them into a regular straight line.

Until turning a corner, Gu Qinghe still couldn't contact Fanfan. When she came to her senses, she saw Liubai looking at her anxiously.

"?" Gu Qinghe was confused: "What's wrong with leaving blank space?"

“Qinghe…” Liu Bai freed his hands and pulled her sleeves and shook them: “Can you please not abandon me…”

I only have you.

I only remember you.

"I will listen to you. I will eat whatever you tell me to eat, okay?" Liu Bai pleaded softly, "Qinghe, take me home, please..."

I don't want to walk alone in the endless night anymore.

The mountain roads are rugged, the waterways are wet, and I’ve been caught again. I’m so useless... Bearded man, ferocious smile, turbid bowl, wailing, begging... Qinghe, I don’t want to eat.

Qinghe, it seems like I have been walking for a long time before I met you.

Liu Bai felt a sharp pain in his head. He squatted down with his head in his hands and murmured softly: "Take me back, Qinghe... I don't want to be caught by them again. I don't want to eat the food in the bowl, Qinghe... Qinghe..."

"vomit--"

Liubai vomited out all the food he had eaten at noon.

From the moment Gu Qinghe realized that something was wrong with him, she immediately used "Glutinous Tears". It was not until Liu Bai spit it out that she realized that this time the "Glutinous Tears" did not work to block her memory and sense of smell.

She squatted down and was about to get closer to hear his whispers, but he pushed her away unexpectedly. Gu Qinghe was startled: "Leave a blank?"

"Dirty." Liu Bai covered his head and shook his head in pain: "Qinghe, I'm dirty, stay away from me."

It's the same sentence again.

Gu Qinghe really didn't know what was dirty about him, so she could only comfort him softly as he pushed her away: "Liubai is not dirty, not dirty... Please don't despise yourself, okay, Liubai?"

“It’s dirty, Qinghe, I ate it…” Liu Bai vomited desperately, tears welling up at the corners of his eyes: “I can’t vomit anymore, Qinghe, I’m so dirty…”

Didn't you lose your memory?

Why do we need to remember these?

Gu Qinghe really wanted to ask him a question, and couldn’t even imagine how Liubai, who had all the memories, would cope with it.

At this moment, she was probably being selfish, selfishly not wanting to leave any space for her memory to recover.

The doctor said that amnesia is a way for people to protect themselves, so the little girl chose to forget her identity as lost or abandoned.

Then how to explain the blank space, his semi-amnesia? He forgot where he came from and where he was going, and forgot himself, but he only remembered the things that made him miserable.

Gu Qinghe gently took his hand, suppressed her emotions, and patiently told him over and over again that "he is not dirty."

The path in the forest was deserted, with occasional noises of insects and birds chirping. In the gentle atmosphere, Liu Bai gradually regained his sanity, lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Qinghe, take me back."

"Yes." Seeing that he looked much calmer, Gu Qinghe led him to the fork in the road leading back to the village and said softly, "Take Liubai home, and Liubai won't think about those things anymore, okay?"

"Okay..." Liu Bai looked back at the straight line made of stones behind him. His eyelashes trembled slightly, but he still did not disrupt it.