Those images disappeared, and the surrounding fog seemed to dissipate a little.
No one knew that she had been living in fear these days.
When she first woke up, her mind was like a blank page with no memory.
And she was so old that she couldn't even figure out who she was.
Mo Zhao told her that she was a clone, cloned according to his wishes, so she had no past.
He said that he was willing to marry her, but he wanted her to be good and obedient, and he wanted her to call him Brother Zhao.
Although she did everything he said, she was always worried, as if she had forgotten something important.
Mo Zhao seemed to be very kind to her, and she was very dependent on him, but in her subconscious, she felt that this man was scary.
There were so many men in this underground palace, but they all smelled extremely bad, but Mo Zhao was the only one who smelled good, which made her addicted.
Although her mind was blank, her previous intuition was still there, and she felt that this was something unusual.
She always felt like she was living in a net, surrounded by iron walls, trying to trap her inside, but everyone told her that this net was her best destination.
People who have no memory are actually very fragile deep down in their hearts.
They have the feeling of being drifting in a vast sea of people and finding no harbor.
Gu Xijiu is also fragile, but she buries this fragility deep in her heart, so she always subconsciously searches for it in her dreams. , but could never find anything.
During the search, she would get a headache, and the severe headache forced her to give up the search midway.
Until that day when she ran to the room where Di Fuyi was imprisoned, the moment she saw him, she felt a slight pain in her heart, which had never felt anything.
It was as if she had been pricked several times by a row of small needles.
This was something she had never felt with anyone else.
This person was obviously a stranger to her, but she instinctively felt close to him.
And from that meeting, he began to walk into her sleep Her dreams were no longer pale, and gradually began to take on color.
Some sporadic images began to flash in her mind frequently.
She caught a fish and brought it to him triumphantly.
He immediately stretched himself and said he was hungry and asked her to bake it for her.
She was embarrassed: "I've never baked before, I can't cook."
He looked at her with bright eyes: "No, Xijiu, you can, and your roast is delicious."
She was stunned for a long time, and then came up with a second reason: "But there is no such thing as firewood here."
"You just have to think about it.
You can try to think about it and concentrate on it."
Di Fuyi followed the instructions.
So Gu Xijiu concentrated on thinking.
When she opened her eyes again, there was indeed a pile of firewood in front of her.
Her eyes lit up and she realized that her dreams could come true.
She started to trim the fish, and when she first started, she thought she was good at it, but within a moment she became proficient, as if this was a skill she had learned long ago.
She chatted with him while grilling fish: "You seem to know me very well."
"Well, no one knows you better than me."
Di Fuyi held his hands and chatted with her.
"We knew each other before" "It's more than just acquaintance."
Di Fuyi sighed leisurely.
Gu Xijiu's heart skipped a beat and she looked at him with big eyes: "Then tell me about the past."
Di Fuyi looked at her: "You believe me now" When they first met, Di Fuyi tried to tell her her past: