What? Playing games can also save your husband

After this experience, Luo Yunche felt as if his Ren and Du meridians had been opened up. Every day, he would find excuses and take every opportunity to get Mo Xuan to tell him their past stories, whether serious or not.

Although it left Mo Xuan with a dry mouth every day, the method was really effective. The progress was a bit slow, but Luo Yunche had actually started to recover his memories.

After half a year of effort, repeating what he could remember three or four times, he finally managed to remember most of what had happened before.

"Alright, let's try connecting the bracelet today."

Mo Xuan grabbed the man's wrist and shook it from side to side; it was time for their daily routine.

"Okay." The man obediently replied.

Mo Xuan released his hand, and Luo Yunche turned the bracelet on his wrist. He had recently recalled his identity and been tricked by his own game, which made him feel quite complicated.

Although he remembered many things and tried to connect to the player system every day, whenever he closed his eyes and silently called out to it, his mind was always filled with distracting thoughts, and he couldn't succeed for a long time.

But at this moment, he felt his mind was incredibly clear, and perhaps it would happen today.

He firmly closed his eyes, his left hand still stroking the bracelet prop on his right wrist, trying to empty his mind.

All he could see was darkness. At first, Luo Yunche could still feel the fragrance of flowers and birdsong around him, as well as the soft breathing of the woman in front of him. Gradually, these impressions faded from his consciousness, just like a computer turning on. In his originally pitch-black sea of ​​consciousness, a screen-like thing suddenly lit up.

A large logo appeared in the center of the screen, then slowly shrank and moved to the upper left corner, replaced by a gorgeous background image, with a long bar below slowly being filled in.

It's the game's loading screen! Finally, we're connected!

As the progress bar continued to advance, Luo Junche felt something being peeled away from his head. At first, it was just a slight stinging pain, but as the sensation became stronger, the pain became more and more obvious.

Although the pain came more and more intensely each time, it also brought him a sense of pleasure.

This time, Luo Yunche used it for a much longer time. In the past, he would close his eyes for a while and then open them again, but this time it was as if he fell asleep standing up.

Mo Xuan observed from the side and, seeing his behavior, guessed that it was likely to work this time. Just as she was getting excited, the man in front of her suddenly changed.

He frowned, his body began to tremble slightly, and a fine layer of water rose on his forehead, as if he were enduring something extremely painful.

His reaction was exactly the same as when he had a headache last time.

Seeing this, Mo Xuan had already forgotten her brief excitement. Her heart was in her throat. She grabbed her sleeve and stepped forward to wipe the sweat from his forehead, while calling out in a panicked voice.

"Ache! Ache! Wake up!"

She called out several times, but the person in front of her seemed to be completely oblivious to everything around them, showing no response to her calls.

"Please don't try anymore, there's still a long time to go, please."

Mo Xuan's voice gradually became tinged with sobs. Luo Yunche's extremely painful appearance made her heart ache, and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart. But Mo Xuan did not stop. Even if she did not receive any response, she tried to bring him back to consciousness through the transmission of her voice.

As the progress bar gradually filled in, his consciousness became clearer, and more and more fragments of memory flooded into his mind, filling in the remaining blank memories.

He seemed to faintly hear a heartbroken sob. His ears twitched slightly, and the sounds around him surged towards him. Luo Yunche slowly raised his heavy eyelids, and a small face repeatedly washed by tears came into his view.