He was handsome and handsome. She had never seen a better-looking man than him. Even Chu Shaoyang was outclassed by him.
But his eyebrows were furrowed, and there was an unbending sadness between them, which made her want to reach out and smooth his eyebrows.
His eyes looked at her without blinking, with complicated expressions and many emotions that she couldn't understand. He stared at her with affection and pain.
She had always been the best at reading emotions from other people's eyes, but when facing the eyes of this handsome man, her heartbeat quickened, her mouth went dry, and her mind suddenly went blank.
"Ning'er, I am your husband."
he said quietly.
There was a buzzing in her ears.
"What's your... name?" She murmured, with a splitting headache, as if she remembered something, but she couldn't remember anything.
"Mochuan." He said two words calmly.
Her headache got worse.
"No, you are not my husband. I have never heard your name. My husband is Chu..."
She shook her head vigorously, denying what he said, and wanted to say that my husband is Chu Shaoyang, but before she could say the word "Shaoyang", he had already covered her mouth.
He stared at her with dangerous eyes and said coldly: "Don't say that man's name. Your husband is me. My name is Mo Chuan!" He said every word.
Mochuan? Mochuan!
These two words seemed to form a huge torrent, rumbling in her ears.
She frowned, pressed her forehead hard, and murmured:
"Who is Mo Chuan? I have never heard of this name. I don't know you..."
She had obviously never heard of this name, but she didn't know why, but she felt that this name was extremely familiar, as if it had been imprinted deep in her heart. She felt that she should recognize him, but she just couldn't think of it. stand up.
This is so ironic. Her memory has reached the point of photographic memory. How could she not remember it
His face and his name gave her an extremely familiar feeling, as if they had appeared countless times in her dreams, but this was obviously the first time she had seen him and the first time she had dreamed of him. Him!
"If you think about it again, do you really not remember me?"
The pain in the eyes of the man named Mo Chuan made her heart twitch.
She tried to think about it, but the more she thought about it, the worse her headache became.
"Mochuan, Mochuan, Mochuan..." She whispered his name, frowning tightly, tossing and turning on the pillow, but still unable to wake up from the dream.
This man named Mo Chuan continued to haunt her in her dreams.
The muscles all over Chu Shaoyang's body suddenly tightened, and he was stunned as if his acupuncture points were tapped, staring blankly at her in front of him.
She did not wake up. She frowned and murmured, obviously dreaming.
But she opened her lips slightly and uttered a few vague words, but Chu Shaoyang could clearly hear that the two words she kept repeating were none other than Mo Chuan!
His eyes suddenly froze into ice, the corners of his thin lips pursed tightly, and his hands clenched into fists unconsciously.
Damn it!
Did she really remember it? Why did she call that man's name in her dream? Why
Huge fear enveloped his whole body and mind, making him tremble involuntarily.