Chapter 977 What Kind of Memory Is This?
Years later, he sat in the car and saw her standing at the crosswalk, her hair tousled by the wind...
Like having found a precious treasure restored to him, he frequently drove to her school and took her to eat all the delicacies the capital had to offer.
Taking showers at school was a challenge for her, but for him, it was an opportunity. He quickly built a mermaid swimming pool at home, brought her back, and lured her with the mermaid swimming pool, tricking her from boarding school to commuting, and then to nightly passionate encounters...
She loved street food stalls, so he put aside his dignified demeanor and accompanied her to eat at every street food stall in the capital, eating until he got diarrhea and was hospitalized, yet he refused to be discharged because the little mermaid made soup for him every day, even though the soup was black and burnt...
Ye Junqing was completely stunned for a moment. No, this wasn’t his memory. Why were such scenes appearing in his mind?
But the scenes kept flashing continuously through his mind.
The scenes Leng Chenmo mentioned were all flashing through his mind. The little mermaid had his chubby son, and he was holding his son, laughing like a fool. Her mermaid tail bore him a daughter, and because of the difficult birth, he cried outside the delivery room wanting to perform a hysterectomy on himself...
When the nurse brought his precious daughter out from the delivery room, he refused to hold his daughter and told his parents in front of them that he detested his daughter, then stormed into the delivery room without a glance...
Ye Xingguang was also stunned for a moment. Wasn’t it said that touching the sacred tree would bring back all the memories of their love with the great disaster?
Why were the scenes flashing through her mind like a slideshow, feeling like she had never experienced them?