Crossing the bar on the tyrant: the only favorite

Chapter 567 She Is Mine 5
But he refrained from asking.

Even if there is such a memory, it is an extremely painful memory. She just forgot, so why would he bother to wake up her memory.

Anyway, now she is his Yishui, she only has him in her heart, what else can he not be satisfied with?

What does it matter if the previous her lost her memory or was another soul?
As long as the present she and the future her are his.

Zetian picked up Qiu Yishui and hugged him.

He hugged her so tightly, as if he wanted to melt her into him.

It felt so good to lose and find again, and he never let go, never lost her again.

Even if the royal father finds him, even if he has to go back to the palace, he will not leave him according to the water, not even a single step away.

"Yishui, the past is over, don't care how I rescued you, anyway, we will never be separated again."

"Well," Qiu Yishui gently buried her head in his arms, "Never separate again."

This morning, the sun was still shining brightly.

Zetian was still sleeping in the room, but Qiu Yishui came to the back mountain with dewdrops.

She likes the morning air and the violets with dewdrops.

Most of the purple flowers have withered, leaving only sporadic flowers dotted on the branches.

If you don't take a closer look, you have to wait until next year.

She couldn't bear to wake up Zetian, his body had just recovered, so let him sleep for a while.

She stood under a tree and looked up at the purple flowers on the top of the tree.

"Do you want me to pick a flower for you?" A magnetic voice sounded behind her.

Qiu Yishui turned around and saw not far behind her, a man wearing a black cloak and a bamboo hat was standing in front of her.

Under the bamboo hat, she was covered with a black veil, she couldn't see his face, only a pair of resolute and perfect lips and chin.

The complexion is like jade, the lips are like vermilion, and the lines are beautiful. One can imagine what a beautiful face there should be under the veil.

He exudes an indescribably noble and proud air.

(End of this chapter)