"...Yes." Shen Zhilie was speechless and looked at him, "How are you doing with Sister Manting recently?"

"Call me sister-in-law." Chen Luoan looked at him, then stood up and whispered: "Come out with me."

Shen Zhilie noticed that Chen Luoan's expression seemed to be a little heavier than just now.

Soon after walking out, Chen Luoan walked out of the door and went to the yard.

"The slaughter."

"Um."

"She seems to be growing slowly. She was 2 years old when she just woke up. Now she is growing up slowly, but now Manting is becoming more and more independent."

Chen Luoan reached out and took out a pack of cigarette from his pocket.

He pulled out one and put it in his mouth, but did not ignite it. He looked at him and said, "Also, she has had more and more nightmares recently."

“What type of nightmare?”

"Dream in the past," Chen Luoan looked at Shen Zhilie with a cigarette in his mouth, with a sad look, "I just dreamed of the past, all kinds of things. She last night...it seemed to dream about the past when you took her out to play. She was calling your name. Do you know what she was saying?"

"What?" Shen Zhilie asked subconsciously, "When I took her out to play before?"

"Well, she said 'Zhiba, don't burn it anymore, wait and I can't eat it all for you'." Chen Luoan's voice was a little low, and he looked at Shen Zhilie and pulled the corners of his lips, "It was that year. Do you still remember it? Three years ago, four years ago, when Youyou was still at home."

Chen Luoan finally took out the lighter from his pocket, lit it, and whispered: "Things that long ago and some trivial matters are all trivial matters. Why can she still remember them? I forgot them."

Shen Zhilie was silent.

His eyes stared at Chen Luoan, and he seemed to have a smile on his face, but there was a clear loneliness and a faint fear in his eyes.

Hidden deep in it, difficult to detect.

With a sigh, Shen Zhilie pondered the words before saying, "Brother."

"Um."

"Sister Manting is selectively amnesia and is slowly recovering now. As you described, she usually looks nothing strange, but she dreams every night. Sooner or later, her memories will slowly recover through the form of a dream."

He paused, looked at Chen Luoan who was looking at him seriously in front of him, and said slowly: "The reason why he still remembers such a thing is perhaps because this is just a trivial thing in your heart. In her heart, it may be a very precious or very happy memory, so it appears in her dreams."

Shen Zhilie's words were obviously very light.

But every word is like a dull knife, forcibly stabbing it in the heart.

Chen Luoan opened his eyes and looked at the lush roses in the yard.

The flowering season is not yet reached, but the branches and leaves are already very lush.

I took a long breath of cigarette, but for some reason, my throat choked and the cigarette choked there hard, and I immediately coughed violently.

The choke was harsh and severe, and the throat hurted violently.

Tears were choked out unconsciously. Perhaps the smoke was too thick and it was so smoky that it was so uncontrollable.

Shen Zhilie was silent and looked at him quietly.

I don’t know how long it took for Chen Luoan to wipe his eyes, his voice was hoarse and he asked, “Is there any way to let Manting stay at this stage.”
Chapter completed!