He Huan looked like he was about to cry but had no tears. Chuchen's little face was full of despair, "Is it because she is here that you dare not admit it?"

"If you don't believe it, you can go to the Ministry of War to check the records. In the border town six years ago, there are detailed records of what I did every day." His words destroyed He Huan's last hope, but Xuanyuan Yao had no other choice.

, it is impossible for him to admit something he has never done just to make He Huan happy. "Junior sister, think about it carefully, am I the one who went to Yaowang Valley?"

"How could I not recognize my own senior brother..." The tearful voice stopped abruptly.

He Huan's eyes suddenly widened.

In her memory, there is only Xuanyuan Yao's gentle smile, speaking to her, coaxing her to smile, making promises, and sketching out the future.[

But...

But...

In those memories of six years ago, he never said that he was Xuanyuan Yao.

Holding his head and inserting his fingers between his temples to contain the severe pain, He Huan tried hard to recall every word and sentence the two people said, every expression of the man, and even his walking posture.

Engraved in my heart.

However, why did she insist that he was Xuanyuan Yao even though she had never said who she was?

A flash of inspiration flashed through my mind.

"Brother Yao, do you still remember that when you were a child, Huan'er secretly took a piece of purple wood collected by his father, carved it into two small hangings, and gave them to you and Brother Zun. I remember that what I gave you was a piece of small wood.

The sword, what I gave to Brother Zun is a small wooden axe, which was made by Huan'er himself. Six years ago, the small wooden sword hanging on that man's neck was Zimu's small wooden axe. I will not admit my mistake, I will never admit my mistake."
Chapter completed!