i don't know if it's my illusion. lin xuanran feels that no memory is what she looks like now, more like a woman.
”we know.”
lin xuanran nodded, not just him, lin chaoran also knew this.
ut they did not expose it, nor did they need to expose it. this is between memory loss and surprise.
”when i was abandoned by my parents, i was only four years old.”
no memory has some sentimental extension of the hand, stroking the tombstone, the movement gently some illusory. a four-year-old can't even live a day in a chaotic battle.
”he picked me up and told me to read and read and teach mohist swords.”
”you're lucky.”
lin xuanran looked at wu memory, he and lin chaoran are orphans, only by those guys to see the body of the talent was bought the temple of war.
if it hadn't been for their promotion, they would have been dead by now.
for him, he was lucky to be
ought back and treated as his own son.
”i am lucky, but he may not.”
wu yi listened to lin xuanran's words, but **iled bitterly.
”before he found me, he had a son with a hi