"The baby is fucking awake!"

When Wu Jue heard this, he rushed into Shiniang's room with the child in his arms. As expected, he saw the girl on the bed, leaning weakly on the pillow, looking around with strange eyes.

"Shi Niang!" Wu Jue excitedly held the child and walked to the edge of the bed. The girl was dizzy. Apart from waking up intermittently a few times, she had been dizzy for ** days!

The man on the bed looked at Wu Jue with a strange look on his face. He didn't know who the old monk was with the child in his arms.

"Shi Niang, this is your child, he is a brat!" Wu Jue carried the baby boy in his hand to the girl who had just woken up on the bed.

Although the girl didn't know the old monk, she was very interested in the child in the old monk's arms. When the old monk stretched out the child, she took the child into his arms.

The child in her arms had a fair and rosy little face no bigger than her palm, and stared at her with wide-open ignorant eyes. He neither cried nor fussed. His nose and mouth were both small and exquisite, so delicate.

doll.

"Shi Niang, this is your child." Wu Jue reminded again, he had already guessed...

The girl on the bed asked herself, "My name is Shiniang? Is he my child?"

Yes, she felt that her body was now as if a piece of flesh had been dug out, and her lower body was experiencing intermittent stabbing pains. Isn't this the sequelae of giving birth to the child in her arms?

"I'm your mother, we met in a dream!" His hand reached out to the child's smooth face and pinched it.

Wu Jue listened to Shiniang's muttering and immediately asked her, "Shi Niang, do you know who your teacher is?"

When the girl heard this, she looked up at Wu Jue and shook her head, "I don't know who you are. Don't you know who you are? What do you ask me for?"

"..." This stinky girl!

"Do you still remember who Zhai Xiying is?" Wu Jue suspected that this stinky girl just forgot about him.

The person on the bed frowned, trying to capture something in his mind, but couldn't. Then he shook his head, "I don't know, who is it?"

Wu Jue also frowned at Shiniang with thick white eyebrows. He even forgot about the man she called when she had a headache. Could it be...

"Do you know where you are?" Wu Jue continued to ask.

"I don't know." The stinky girl Wu Jue was staring at was still teasing the child in her arms. The child seemed to laugh happily when he saw Shiniang.

"Do you know Prince Ying's Mansion?"

Shiniang finally reacted, stopped teasing the child, looked up at Wu Jue, "What is Prince Ying's Mansion?"

"..."

Wu Jue had no choice but to pick up the two little white tigers on the ground, "Do you know them?"

"Such a cute little white tiger! Is it mine too?" Youruo held the child in her arms. Although she was also interested in the two little white tigers, the child was more important.

Wu Jue glanced at the two small white tigers on his hands. Shiniang had forgotten them and didn't know where she was. Prince Ying's palace also forgot...

Forgot all? But she seemed to remember the child in her hands.

"You said you saw the child in your dream?" Wu never gave up, trying to find what Shiniang had not forgotten.

Shi Niang nodded, "The child in the dream is already two or three years old, and he calls me mother. Although the child is only that old now, I can still recognize it."

Wu Jue found strangely that Shiniang had forgotten so many things, but she was not nervous or scared, as if everything was normal...

There is one thing missing from her life chart, which is a catastrophe that must be experienced every sixteen years.

Could it be that her disaster this time was memory?

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Chapter completed!