You rascal, stop right there!

I do not know how long it has been…

This so-called hug ended.

Bai Wan restrained his previous calm smile and became more solemn.

He was still slowly digesting the memories that came to him, and he felt more and more emotional.

If there had been no Ling Shumo back then, there would probably not have been the later painting saint Han Miaoran, let alone the current Bai Zhihou.

The face of Sheng Yan Huaguang opposite seemed to be stained with a layer of blush, and her face looked ready to be flirted with, as if she was just a young lady that he could flirt with at will.

This can't be considered physical intimacy, but it seems to be enough in terms of love.

Bai Wan thought for a moment, and finally smiled, which he thought was very appropriate:

"But... you can let go now..."

This smile is actually uglier than crying.

Because he knew that he might not be able to let this person go.

But upon hearing this, the person on the other side obediently let go of his hand, and his warm palm slid across the soft flesh on his waist, somewhat reluctantly.

Ling Shumo even replied worriedly: "Are you really okay?"

The question was asked carefully and gently.

"It's okay!" Bai Wan said righteously.

In particular, he gradually remembered the books of sages and the poems and essays on ethics that he had read in the past.

This kind of love is really unacceptable in the world.

If you continue to hold her, something might happen.

When Ling Shumo looked at Bai Wan like this, he felt that after recovering some of his memories, he seemed to have become more pensive than before.

His eyes were full of affection, and every word he said was solemn: "If you remember anything else, I hope you won't hide it from me. Okay?"

Bai Wan looked at him, but smiled: "Okay, I won't hide it. I won't hide it from anyone else, but I will hide it from you."

These words were said with a calm expression, a mixture of trust, tacit understanding, and an unknown emotion.

Ling Shumo looked at the person in front of him, and his heart was beating. Somehow, he suddenly remembered the bet.

If all his memories were restored, would this person still be willing to cross the line with me?

However, it seems inappropriate to ask these questions now when this person has just recalled the memory of his parents' death.

……

into the night.

Bai Wan woke up from her dream again in a trance.

Lonely and inexplicably painful, the endless yellow sand and the rolling river are constantly alternating in haze.

In addition to Han Miaoran's fragmentary memories, he would also recall other memories in bits and pieces.

It's just too vague, which makes it more confusing.

Sometimes his parents and relatives were swallowed by the rolling river, sometimes he dragged his exhausted body to beg on the street. More often, a pair of hands stretched out from his heels to grab him.

He suddenly opened his eyes and felt difficulty breathing.

Looking up at the moonlight pouring in from the window, he felt barely at ease.

"I remember most of these, but I still can't remember the rest."

He took a deep breath and touched his heart.

This wasn't the first time he had been startled.

But remembering more after today really disturbed his good dreams of lying on gold ingots.

Bai Wan sat up reluctantly and went to the table to drink water.

"Who do I want to save?" He closed his eyes tightly and knocked his head.

I really can't fall asleep.

So Bai Wan had to go out alone to fetch water from the well, hoping to use the basin of water to wash herself thoroughly.

In a daze, I felt that there seemed to be someone among the water shadows, and those people were waving at me.

"Painter Han..."

"Useless person..."

There was a snap.

Bai Wan fell down with the basin of water, and half of his body was soaked. The water rushed out all at once.

The water was like a huge wave that woke him up and made him no longer sleepy at all.

The sound of the basin falling to the ground in the middle of the night was too loud.

"Mr. Bai?"

Unexpectedly, A Yan, who was in charge of night watch, was the first to discover this man.

Outside the wellhead, it was pitch black.

Looking at the man's back, A Yan was a little surprised.

Because, it was obvious that behind the wet figure in the mottled moonlight, there seemed to be many dark scars.

The marks were mostly irregular, varying in size and depth, and most of them looked like marks of whipping or branding.

This man was a martial artist and was used to seeing all kinds of wounds from swords, spears, swords and halberds, but he still didn't expect that the wound on someone's back would be so eye-catching through the clothes.

What on earth could a person who is so cheerful and cheerful on weekdays have gone through to suffer so much...

Bai Wan had no idea what this person was thinking.

He looked at the person who came, put his index finger on his lips, and raised the corner of his lips to signal for silence.

He didn't want to disturb Ling Shumo's sleep, so he staggered straight, picked up the basin and walked towards his room.

A Yan nodded, and there seemed to be less contempt for this man in his eyes.

The person on the opposite side sighed as he walked.

"The water is really cold in the middle of the night. I shouldn't have come out if I had known. What bad luck!"

A Yan, who was standing behind him, looked at the man's casual back and just sighed indifferently.

The person in the room seemed to be awakened by the disturbance and asked unconsciously: "What happened just now?"

"Sir, Mr. Bai just accidentally knocked over the basin."

Ling Shumo's eyes were deep. He walked straight to the door and touched the wooden door of the room with his fingers as if he wanted to open it.

But in the end, he slowly let it go.

It was late at night and the dew was heavy, especially since the relationship was not really clear, he really couldn't just leave like this.

So, Ling Shumo nodded slightly: "Ask the kitchen to send him a bowl of ginger soup, and... don't say it was sent by me."

He couldn't completely ignore this person, but he couldn't keep bothering him either.

Ah Yan quietly walked to his side and said hesitantly, "Sir, he accidentally got his clothes wet just now, and I saw that he seemed to have many wounds on his back."

"A lot of injuries?" Ling Shumo's eyes became extremely complicated.

"Yes, it's very obvious even through the underwear. Judging from the marks, they are definitely not caused by a short day. I'm afraid it must have been several years. And some of the parts have been fatal, so they must have been very serious..."

A Yan looked at the person opposite him cautiously, but still said what he saw.

"several years?"

Ling Shumo's heart suddenly ached.

There are such people in this world, who can laugh it off no matter what happens. No matter how bad the situation is, they will make light of it.

Bai Wan is such a person. He always just covers up the fact that he was seriously injured and lost his memory with one sentence, but he never mentions any injuries or scars on his body.

No matter what, I always say: It’s okay.

He just felt that he had been deceived by this person again, as he had clearly agreed not to hide anything from him.

Ling Shumo suddenly felt that he was overwhelmed by his emotions and his heart became more and more tired.

He sighed and said, "How can there be such a person in this world who makes people both annoyed and happy, and miss him?"

A Yan looked at him and also felt a headache.

In this world, the only person who thinks of Mr. Bai like this is you, right?