Ye Zuibi looked up at Wen Zhijun. When her eyes were facing each other and the focal length was a line, she suddenly understood why Ye Jiangxue would collapse.

The person in front of him was not Yan Junqing - even if he looked the same, he was not Yan Junqing.

Ye Zuibi said nothing more, and tried hard to help Ye Jiangxue up and walked towards the carriage.

Ye Jiangxue walked very decisively, staggeringly, without looking back and taking another look.

But Wen Zhijun immediately held Ye Jiangxue's hand as soon as she turned her head, "Wait!"

Ye Jiangxue raised her head, letting tears flow back into her eyes, retracting all her emotions and sealing them in the deepest part of her heart... After a while, she turned her head and slowly pulled her hands back, with a smile on her face. She whispered: "Men and women don't kiss each other. I'm already a married woman."

Wen Zhijun thought about it, but didn't answer, but he would never let go.

He didn't know who the woman was in front of him, nor why he had such unreasonable obsession, but he knew that if he let go now, he would definitely lose one of the most important things forever... He felt that she was retracting her hand, and the pain on the tip of his heart gradually became obvious.

Can't let go!

You must not let go of her hand!

Ye Zuibi looked at the hands that were holding each other together, and silently pushed Ye Jiangxue, pushing her into Wen Zhijun's arms.

Ye Jiangxue's center of gravity was unstable, and she paused and her whole body crashed into the familiar embrace. Wen Zhijun subconsciously hugged her in the waist, lowered her head, and saw her Juanli's face.

Can't remember.

Still can't remember.

I've never seen it before... Why, he just couldn't bear to let go?

Wen Zhijun slowly raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from her eyes. After a while, he whispered: "...I, do you know you?"

"...No." Ye Jiangxue smiled weakly, pushed his shoulder and broke out of her arms, covered her lower abdomen with one hand, and smiled miserably: "I don't know you, the person I know is not you."

What she loved was Yan Junqing who was as white as snow, not him... How could it be Yan Junqing so luxurious and beautiful...

After Ye Jiangxue said this, she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes were stained with tears, like little stars. Ye Zuibi silently embraced her and looked at Wen Zhijun resentfully.

"No." Wen Zhijun suddenly spoke, looking at Ye Jiangxue with her phoenix eyes, "I know you! I must know you!"

"What then?" Ye Jiangxue slowly opened her eyes and looked at him lightly, "Who are you? Who am I?"

"...I'm Wen Zhijun, you..." He looked at her and frowned. He really didn't remember her.

"Yes, you are Wen Zhijun... I missed it, after all, I missed it..." Ye Jiangxue's stomach was aching, and she had vomited blood just now, and she could even feel the child struggling and in pain, as painful as hers.

Without saying anything, Ye Jiangxue leaned against Ye Zuibi and walked to the carriage.

"Sister." Ye Zuibi stood outside the carriage, paused, looked at Wen Zhijun who was standing in place at the door of the piano store, and turned to look at Ye Jiangxue again, "Do you want to let go?"

"A Zui, he no longer remembers me." Ye Jiangxue curled her lips weakly, "He is no longer Junqing, no..."

"Sister, I don't believe that the prime minister will let you down. There must be a misunderstanding in the middle!" Ye Zuibi was very sure. What a person Yan Junqing was. If he was moved by the country, how could he easily lose his memory? Ye Zuibi looked up at Wen Zhijun. When her eyes were facing each other and the focal distance was a line, she suddenly understood the reason why Ye Jiangxue would collapse.

The person in front of him was not Yan Junqing - even if he looked the same, he was not Yan Junqing.

Ye Zuibi said nothing more, and tried hard to help Ye Jiangxue up and walked towards the carriage.

Ye Jiangxue walked very decisively, staggeringly, without looking back and taking another look.

But Wen Zhijun immediately held Ye Jiangxue's hand as soon as she turned her head, "Wait!"

Ye Jiangxue raised her head, letting tears flow back into her eyes, retracting all her emotions and sealing them in the deepest part of her heart... After a while, she turned her head and slowly pulled her hands back, with a smile on her face. She whispered: "Men and women don't kiss each other. I'm already a married woman."

Wen Zhijun thought about it, but didn't answer, but he would never let go.

He didn't know who the woman was in front of him, nor why he had such unreasonable obsession, but he knew that if he let go now, he would definitely lose one of the most important things forever... He felt that she was retracting her hand, and the pain on the tip of his heart gradually became obvious.

Can't let go!

You must not let go of her hand!

Ye Zuibi looked at the hands that were holding each other together, and silently pushed Ye Jiangxue, pushing her into Wen Zhijun's arms.

Ye Jiangxue's center of gravity was unstable, and she paused and her whole body crashed into the familiar embrace. Wen Zhijun subconsciously hugged her in the waist, lowered her head, and saw her Juanli's face.

Can't remember.

Still can't remember.

I've never seen it before... Why, he just couldn't bear to let go?

Wen Zhijun slowly raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from her eyes. After a while, he whispered: "...I, do you know you?"

"...No." Ye Jiangxue smiled weakly, pushed his shoulder and broke out of her arms, covered her lower abdomen with one hand, and smiled miserably: "I don't know you, the person I know is not you."

What she loved was Yan Junqing who was as white as snow, not him... How could it be Yan Junqing so luxurious and beautiful...

After Ye Jiangxue said this, she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes were stained with tears, like little stars. Ye Zuibi silently embraced her and looked at Wen Zhijun resentfully.

"No." Wen Zhijun suddenly spoke, looking at Ye Jiangxue with her phoenix eyes, "I know you! I must know you!"

"What then?" Ye Jiangxue slowly opened her eyes and looked at him lightly, "Who are you? Who am I?"

"...I'm Wen Zhijun, you..." He looked at her and frowned. He really didn't remember her.

"Yes, you are Wen Zhijun... I missed it, after all, I missed it..." Ye Jiangxue's stomach was aching, and she had vomited blood just now, and she could even feel the child struggling and in pain, as painful as hers.

Without saying anything, Ye Jiangxue leaned against Ye Zuibi and walked to the carriage.

"Sister." Ye Zuibi stood outside the carriage, paused, looked at Wen Zhijun who was standing in place at the door of the piano store, and turned to look at Ye Jiangxue again, "Do you want to let go?"

"A Zui, he no longer remembers me." Ye Jiangxue curled her lips weakly, "He is no longer Junqing, no..."
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