Chapter 1801 Illusion? ! This Is an Illusion!

You probably thought that if you sealed my memory, I would not live in your Brahma Palace, and the secrets of your secret room would never be discovered by me.

But, Shen Jiuli, if I really forget you, won't you be sad?

Shen Jiuli, when you die, do you really not want me to be with you?

She firmly grasped the male wooden carving, her lips were pressed against the wooden carving's lips, she closed her eyes slightly, and suppressed the sweetness surging in her chest again.

The room is full of his breath, obviously, he spent time here after sending Nian Mo away.

A person's joy, a person's yearning, a person's determination...

Ning Xuemo wandered around in the room, wandering, and she found another thick stack of paintings.

Every painting is her, she is laughing, crying, angry, shy... Every posture, every expression, every painting is vivid, and the characters in every painting are like can go down...

She looked at those paintings one by one, unaware of the passage of time and the passage of time.

When distressed to the extreme, it becomes numb instead...

She caressed those paintings with her fingers, as if she was imitating the posture of that person when he was painting, as if that person was still standing at the table and painting...

"Xuemo..." There seemed to be a soft sigh in my ear, the voice was deadly familiar...

She turned around stiffly, and seemed to see him standing by the bed in a trance, wearing the large white robe he was used to wearing, his face as cold as before, those dark blue eyes were staring at her with deep eyes.

She froze in place, her lips trembling for a moment, before calling out: "Great God..."

Hallucinations? ! This is an illusion!

She wanted to rush over and into his arms, but she didn't dare!

I can only walk over step by step, and then stretch out my hand tremblingly...

Sure enough, the person on the opposite side disappeared, and there was only a sigh like a breeze: "Xuemo, take care..."

It really is an illusion!

She slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling as if all the strength in her body had been drained, and she sat there motionless, not wanting to move.

When I was so sad that I couldn't cry anymore.

She herself didn't know how long she sat there, how long she was lost in thought.

Suddenly she seemed to sense something, she suddenly looked up, and saw Shen Nianmo standing at the entrance, he didn't know how long he had been standing here, his little face was faintly pale.

Ning Xuemo's heart sank, and she hurriedly got up: "Nianmo!"

Shen Nianmo's big eyes slowly turned, and finally landed on Ning Xuemo's face. He opened his small mouth and asked, "Mother, Father will never come back again, right?"

He is a sensitive child. In fact, he has had this suspicion for a long time, but he dare not think about it, dare not ask for proof...

Even though he asked now, he still expected to get a negative answer from his mother. He missed his father and couldn't imagine what would happen if his father never came back?

His eyes were wide open, and there was a trace of fragility and fear in them.

Ning Xuemo's heart twitched, and she took a dark breath and walked over: "Don't think too much, your father will come back, it's just a bit long, Nianmo has to wait patiently."

She raised her hand to pick up the child, but Xiao Nianmo turned around and ran away: "Nianmo is going to study! My father left a lot of books for Nianmo, maybe Nianmo will read and recite them all, He came back..."

Ning Xuemo's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, watching the child run away, heartbroken beyond measure.