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I am truly more wronged than Dou E!

Even if it is not so bizarre, I have simply lost my memory

A piece of mung bean cake was pressed into my hand, and the little white rabbit smiled with bright eyes. A fragrant aroma wafted up to my nose, somewhat sweet, yet not at all cloying. He leaned close to my ear and said sweetly, "This is your favorite mung bean cake. I thought you must be hungry, so hurry and have a taste. If it's delicious, I will buy it for you every day from now on."

Although his features are quite delicate, they are also ordinary; however, when he smiles, it seems as if a clear light is shimmering, making him extraordinarily handsome. In a moment of distraction, I couldn't help but blurt out a rather perplexing question: "Are we very familiar with each other?"

With a crisp "crack," half of my arm began to throb with a fiery pain. I gasped in pain, my eyes trembling open, as strands of light slowly seeped into my vision, and in a daze, I saw flickering lights. Gradually, a delicate face came into view, becoming clearer.

Before I could press down, my arms were already weakly draped over the other person's neck, turning into an embrace. While an embrace can be a good thing, I did not expect to find myself in the arms of Liu Xia Hui. He lightly dodged to the side, and unfortunately for me, I lost my support and fell heavily onto the floor.

The man was originally named Mu Shui

Upon raising my eyes again, I saw a young man with a half-smile, his bright and piercing eyes firmly locking onto mine, clearly indicating that he was not here with good intentions

Startled by him, my icy fingers trembled, and my stomach began to rumble with a "gurgling" sound.

I curiously looked around and saw scattered bamboo leaves springing up amidst the lush green walls. Inside the room, there was only a bed and a low table, on which the fragrance of tea wafted gently. The purple clay tea set was indeed exquisite and elegant, yet it bore no significant difference from that of an ordinary household. The scenes appeared familiar, yet I could not recall them clearly. After gathering my courage, I continued to ask: "Who am I?"

Mu Shui still smiled at me with a mysterious gaze. Poor me, facing wolves in front and tigers behind, chewing on mung bean cake without tasting its flavor, fearing that a single misstep would give others a handle to seize upon, unaware of fortune or misfortune

I quickly analyzed the situation, and with a creak, the bamboo door opened. Sure enough, I saw a delicate and lovely boy, resembling a little white rabbit, rush in. He was about to pounce on me. The young man suddenly lifted his head and glanced at me, then extended his hand and commanded him: "Come here"

He smiled again and reached out to support me. Suddenly, the area where I had just fractured felt as if it had been pressed with hot water, an indescribable comfort, and the pain had vanished.

My mind was blank, feeling quite flustered, wishing I could sort everything out at once. As I was feeling empty inside, a refined male voice coolly rang in my ear: "What’s wrong, can’t you hold out any longer? You even bet with me that you would lie down for a hundred days, and it’s only been seven days..." A slightly cold hand pressed down on the thin blanket covering me, as if to lift it. I felt like I was facing a formidable enemy, contemplating how to take the initiative, when that person's warm breath brushed against my neck, chilling me to the bone, it was an inappropriate advance!

Even though I am three beats slow to react, at this moment I can still discern the sharp and cold probing in his tone, which is indeed hostile rather than friendly. My face stiffens, and a chill gradually creeps up my spine. I dare not touch his sensitive spot and quickly force a smile, saying: "Just a joke, why must He He - Tu - Shu take it so seriously"

Beneath me seems to be a cold bed, chilling to the extreme. I think I might be dead, though I cannot recall exactly how I died; perhaps it was from starvation

What kind of medical technique is this? It is quite amazing

If it is a malevolent star, how did it come to be in my room upon waking up

I held my stomach, which was making loud noises, bit my lip, and for a moment, I truly couldn't figure out what to say.

Listening to the sound, it is a half-grown child. The relationship with me should be quite good, otherwise, how could they come rushing in so excitedly

He was originally a young man

I frowned and asked, "The misty smoke of the rain, the flying that traverses the heavens and the earth?" This name is rather unappealing; could it be that I am merely a mundane person? Otherwise, how could I have come up with such a banal name? Am I perhaps a girl from the willow lane or flower street?

A blue-and-white porcelain teacup was placed before me, and I was taken aback, unable to discern whether this action was intentional or unintentional. I couldn't help but stammer, "Is your eyesight poor? You should have noticed that my hands and feet are not nimble enough to hold it steady."

He pressed his thin lips together lightly, with a hint of a smile at the corners of his eyes, making it difficult to discern whether it was joy or mockery

"A joke?" He raised an eyebrow and repeated the question

Is mung bean cake truly a food that I delight in?

I immediately fell silent, instinctively becoming alert. I may have forgotten much, but I am not a fool. I have heard that during twilight, beings may die suddenly, their three souls and seven spirits not yet dispersed, leading to many strange occurrences of borrowing a corpse to return to life. Some awaken with memories of their past, while others completely forget their former lives. Such extraordinary tales are considered bizarre in the mortal realm, and no one can derive any benefit from them.

He flicked his eyes and withdrew the teacup: "It is merely a minor injury, nothing to worry about. Your waking up saves us some trouble, as it prevents Yan Zhi from worrying every day, fearing that you might hold a grudge against me and something unfortunate might happen. It seems that you are still the same as before, certainly unable to endure even the slightest hardship."

My first reaction is to get up and overpower this ungrateful person

Why do I not find it tasty

A sound of footsteps was heard from outside, and an enthusiastic voice shouted from across the room: "Yan Fei, quickly look, see what I have brought for you."

The tone is one of innocence, filled with care

Without further contemplation, he heard his cold voice, sharp and piercing: "It is not about pitying the green curtains, nor is it about disliking the red towers. I have come to present the swallow's beak, to report the desire to seal a marquisate. 'Yan' refers to the swallow of the swallow's beak, and 'Fei' denotes the distinction of right and wrong. You have woken from your slumber in a daze, perhaps you have forgotten your own name or perhaps it is a name you have chosen yourself."

The handsome young man saw me, disregarding the man's command, and rushed straight towards me. "Yan Fei, are you hungry?" His eyes were innocent as he tugged at my hand, speaking softly, "Don't be upset with Brother Mu Shui, okay? It would only harm your body, and that wouldn't be worth it.

On the first day I woke up, I found myself very hungry

The man's voice was unmistakable: "Come here."

I came to see Yan Fei's ... ... '' The adorable youth seems to want to resist

He replied: "It is not a swallow."

This bed is so cold that it makes one shiver, who would be willing to sleep on it? Whoever wants to sleep, let them do so; in any case, I do not wish to lie down. Moreover, who is Yan Zhi? From his tone, it seems that this Yan Zhi is quite familiar with me and is very protective of me. Waking up in this unfamiliar place, an indescribable panic surged in my heart. Suddenly hearing such a statement felt like grasping a lifeline, and I silently tucked this name away in my heart

I wore a serious expression and nodded vigorously, deepening my tone: "It's just a joke!" Heaven knows I was drenched in cold sweat, feeling uneasy inside. What exactly have I provoked, a calamity or something else?