A fashion queen

After waving goodbye to Mo Yunting, Cui Ziyue walked lightly into the spacious and luxurious villa. The decoration inside the house was unique, full of the unique romantic atmosphere of a young girl, which made people fall in love with it.

She gently closed her eyes, trying to summon the memory of this body's original owner, but no matter how hard she tried, her mind remained blank. Cui Ziyue remained undaunted, thinking, "Since I'm already here, I'll just let things take their course." Feeling a little annoyed, she sat down exhausted on the soft sofa.

In an instant, something unexpected happened - several lifelike figures appeared on the wall, and they seemed to be talking about something.

"Ah!" Cui Ziyue screamed in fear and jumped up from the sofa. After calming down a little, she looked carefully and found that all these characters were trapped in a box similar to a birdcage.

Just as Cui Ziyue was puzzled, a clear voice came from the box. She took a deep breath, covered her chest, and listened nervously.

Gradually, she suddenly realized: "Oh, so this is just like the shadow puppetry of my time."

At this moment, Cui Ziyue realized that he must familiarize himself with and integrate into this new world as quickly as possible, otherwise he would likely be treated as an alien or a monster.

Recalling the various changes she had experienced, from the ancient times to the present, she was extremely shocked by the earth-shaking differences and changes.

“Come on, you can do it!”

When Mo Yunting saw her again, he couldn't help but be shocked. What on earth had this woman been up to these past two days? She even had two huge dark circles under her eyes!

"Yue'er, pack up. I'll take you out for a walk today."

Cui Ziyue nodded happily. After two days of diligent study, she had finally adapted to the various changes happening in the world. She had to admit that the highly advanced technology of modern society was undoubtedly a huge shock to her.

Mo Yunting slowly removed the cool sunglasses from his nose. It was a scorching sun, and the dazzling sunlight poured down like a tide, illuminating his handsome face, which resembled a male model. He stood upright in the bustling street, as if he was born to be the center of attention.

However, he paid no attention to the attention cast by passers-by, and his eyes were always fixed on the frowning woman in front of him.

"How is it? Have you recalled any of the past?" This place happened to be the crossroads where she encountered the accident. He brought her here on purpose, simply hoping to awaken her lost memories.

Why had she suddenly appeared here? Did she live nearby? Or had she come specifically to look for a friend? Whatever the case, as long as there was a glimmer of hope that she could regain her memories, he was willing to try any method.

How could Cui Ziyue not know what he was thinking? He simply hoped that he could recover his memory as soon as possible. But the problem was, she had never lost her memory before! Faced with this situation, she could only shake her head helplessly, then pretend to have a splitting headache and squat down.

Mo Yunting's eyes were full of affection, and he said softly, "If you really can't remember, don't force yourself." Seeing her painful expression, he finally felt pity and reached out to help her up slowly.

"I really can't seem to remember who I am, no matter how hard I try, I still can't find anything."

"I'm sorry, please forgive me for this white lie." Before she finished speaking, tears began to flow uncontrollably down her cheeks.

In order to help her recover her lost memories, he took her back to the place where the accident happened, hoping to evoke some fragments in her mind. Unfortunately, all efforts were in vain.

"In my eyes, you are like a strong rose, tenacious. Even though I haven't found the lost piece of memory puzzle yet, I still firmly believe that in the years to come, you will bloom with even more brilliant brilliance!" Looking at her with tears in her eyes, he whispered to comfort her.

"I know... but... I beg you to give me a moment to weep freely. I swear from this day forward that I will never lose my composure again. Now, please allow me to let it all out." The anxiety that had been accumulating in her heart for days burst forth like a flood, unstoppable. Passersby cast surprised glances at her.

Witnessing this scene, Mo Yunting had no choice but to stand quietly behind her.

It was truly difficult for her, as she stubbornly concealed herself, trying her best to appear normal. However, deep within that erased "memory," she must have been filled with endless fear.

He understood all of this. So, he chose to stay by her side, watching her weep heartbreakingly, feeling helpless. Deep within, a resolute voice echoed: "He would never bear to let her endure this loneliness and helplessness alone."