Chu Shaoyang was already a rare handsome man in the world, but this Chu Mochuan was stunned to compare with Chu Shaoyang.
Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, clear and handsome, with a noble and independent Tsinghua look.
Shen Ning suddenly believed his story. With such a noble temperament, if he said he was not the emperor, no one would believe him.
This exquisite and perfect face gave her a familiar feeling, as if she had seen it somewhere before.
She blinked and suddenly remembered, yes, she had seen this face in her dream!
That strange dream came to her mind again. She originally thought she had forgotten it, but she didn't expect to think of it at this time.
In a simple farmhouse, she was wearing a bright red wedding dress. A man took off her red scarf, then slowly turned around and said to her:
"Ning'er, I am your husband."
It's him! it's him!
The groom in the dream looked exactly like him!
Cold sweat trickled down Shen Ning's back, instantly wetting the clothes on her back. The morning breeze blew the chilly air, making her shiver involuntarily.
"Ning'er, are you cold?"
Mo Chuan put the cloak on her shoulders and turned the fire on.
She didn't feel any warmth, she felt even colder.
Why did she dream about the memory of her former master!
Why would she dream about getting married to him
Why does she never have any dreams about Chu Shaoyang!
Damn it!
Her head started to hurt again, as if countless little people were beating drums in her ears, dong dong dong! Bang bang bang!
Mo Chuan felt a pain in his heart when he saw her originally flushed face turning pale again.
"Forget the story I told you. Just pretend that I never said a word. If forgetting me can save you from pain, I would rather you forget me."
He was willing to endure all the pain and suffering as long as she was well.
Shen Ning took a deep breath, closed her eyes and waited for the headache to subside.
After a while, she opened her eyes, her dark eyes filled with tears.
"If you do exist in my memory, why should I forget you?" She said quietly, "Although I can't remember the past now, but give me time, I will remember it one day."
She stretched out her hand and slowly took hold of Mo Chuan's palm. Mo Chuan's body was shaken, and his heart beat wildly at her action.
"Is there a miracle doctor in this world? If there is, please send me to a miracle doctor. I want to cure my headache and get back my lost memories." She said softly, but her expression was extremely determined.
Mo Chuan squeezed her hand tightly with a smile on his lips.
"You really don't remember. Of course there is a miracle doctor in this world. His surname is Gu, and you are the most beloved disciple of this ancient miracle doctor."
Shen Ning was so surprised that she opened her mouth again.
"There are many more stories about you. If you are willing, I will tell you one by one in the future, but you can't think about it now. I don't want you to have any more headaches. When your illness is cured, I will send you to find the ancient miracle doctor. His medical skills are amazing and his rejuvenation skills will definitely cure your amnesia.”
Mochuan shook her hand, then put her hand back into the quilt and stood up.
She stared at him blankly.
"You want to leave?"
Mo Chuan nodded.
"Where to go? What to do?"
She couldn't help but ask, with a slight blush on her face, when did she become such a mother-in-law, why should he report his whereabouts to her!