The white-haired face became expressionless, and quietly put on her clothes, and then went out with tools such as painting boards.

The reason for doing this is because Ranbai was on a whim and suddenly wanted to paint the sunrise on a whim.

She would not wait until a few days to do such interesting things, because her likes have always come and go quickly. She obviously had a favourite likes before, but she would lose interest in a few days.

At least in her memory,

No exception has ever occurred.

Never before.

"Host...what did you do before?" Feng Luo asked carefully, because he could feel that the current host is different from before, and the impact of losing memory is really great.

Ranbai didn't take it seriously, and could not answer this question, but just said lightly: "You can ask her then."

Seal:???

Feng Luo was confused for a moment: "She?"

"She won't always forget, I'm just a past. Aren't she?"

Feng Luo understood.

Ranbai is talking about herself, herself before her memory loss.

but,

He is obviously alone, but he distinguishes it so clearly with such an indifferent and calm tone.

"Well... everyone has a past, it's unsuccessful. She is you, you are her."

Ranbai didn't say anything.

She never asked Feng Luo what she had experienced and why she lost her memory.

What does it look like when you grow up?

Why didn't he die?

Because Ranbai knew that all this would end in the end, she would definitely remember it.

No one will retreat forever and walk towards the past.

"Why are you getting up now?"

A clear sound fell in my ears.

Ranbai saw Shi Qingci coming out of the room.

There is no dawn yet, and the living room is still dark and I can't see everything clearly.

"Painting the sunrise." Ranbai Mo replied.

Shi Qingci looked at the girl who had already been sorted out. She looked weak and thin, but her back lines were always straight and lonely. Because of her natural heart disease and long-term illness, she was not cured by medicine for cultivation. Her skin color was slightly sickly and pale, and it was almost translucent. Her face was very delicate, and her peach blossom eyes were quiet and cold.

It looks like a landscape painting that is not thick ink but elegant but is noble.

Shi Qingci asked, "When did you go to bed last night?"

Ranbai said casually, not long afterwards.

Um.

So stay up late until around three o'clock in the evening and get up at half past four o'clock to draw the sunrise.

Good example.

Shi Qingci felt that this girl’s work and rest time should really be adjusted.

He has no choice because of his career problems, but Ranbai is different.

And she also has a heart disease.

Shi Qingci stood there, looking at her coldly: "Are you sleepy?"

Ranbai answered no, and then went out.

Shi Qingci knew that once Ranbai decided, it would be difficult to change. There was no way, and it was impossible to let her go out alone, so she had to go out with one hand towards her pocket, Qinggui looked sideways, and passed by with a calm face.

His voice is pleasant, and when it falls, it is like the melting of ice and snow: "Accompany you."

Ranbai knew that Shi Qing's poems were beautiful, so he didn't refuse and went straight out.

So the two of them stayed quietly on the mountain behind the villa in the darkness before dawn, layer by layer.

Ranbai put up the drawing board, put the drawing paper there, and looked at the vast sky.

Until a faint ray of light suddenly appeared in the sky, the light broke through the darkness and gradually changed in this quiet world.

Welcome new life and the rising sun.

The fine and beautiful light gold rippled slightly in the girl's dark and cold eyes, and the light burned in that moment.

Shi Qingci looked slightly sideways, and his side face was deep and handsome in the light of Chuyang, staring at the girl beside him.
Chapter completed!