Chapter 364 Long Zhutian's Sadness

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Yang Zimei sat in front of the mirror, trying to see the dead soul hidden on her body.

It's a pity that she can't see anything, she can only see herself now.

In the mirror, her hair is black, her face is delicate and indifferent, and her skin is fair. However, under such a shell, she herself cannot see her own soul, whether it is the past or the present.

She picked up the wooden comb on the table and combed it a few times boredly.

The phone rang, and he glanced over to see that it was Long Zhutian's call.

Her heart was overjoyed, and she hurriedly connected.

"Brows—"

Long Zhutian's slightly hoarse magnetic voice came from the phone.

"Zhoutian, where are you now?" Yang Zimei asked excitedly.

"It's by Lake Baikal in Mobei." Long Zhutian took a deep breath and said, "This place is beautiful, and I really want to live here with you for a long time."

Baikal?

Yang Zimei saw an introduction to this lake in a geography book.

Lake Baikal is the largest and deepest freshwater lake on Earth. Located in the southern Irkutsk region of Siberia, Russia and the Republic of Buryatia, only 111 kilometers away from the border of Mongolia, it is the birthplace of many ethnic groups in East Asia. Known as the "Blue Eyes of Siberia".

The lake is long and narrow and curved like a crescent moon, so it is also known as "Moon Lake".

When she was reading that day, when she saw the beautiful name Moon Lake, she couldn't help thinking about Feifei, and she yearned for it.

She imagined that with Long Zhutian, riding a white horse and walking by the lake hand in hand, what a touching and romantic scene would it be?

"Meimei, what are you thinking?" Long Zhutian asked worriedly when he saw that she was silent.

"I didn't think about anything, I was just imagining the beauty of Moon Lake."

"I'll bring you here in the summer vacation." Long Zhutian's voice was gentle and magnetic, "We ride horses on the grassland together, walk by the lake together, and lie down together at night to watch the stars and the moon. Meimei, the sky here is very blue. , the stars are also very clear, just like your eyes, when I see them, I think of you."

Hehe, Yang Zimei didn't expect that Long Zhutian, who looked sullen and stern, would also say such lyrical words. Hearing her heart move softly, the bottom of her eyes was soft.

"Have you found what you were looking for?" Yang Zimei asked.

"I haven't found it yet, but I have recovered some memories piecemeal." Long Zhutian replied.

"Remember what?"

"Remember what my mother looked like—" Long Zhutian's tone changed slightly, with a kind of sadness, "but I also remember that she abandoned me and disappeared."

Yang Zimei remembered Zhuge Yue's words, and comforted him: "Perhaps, it's not that she abandoned you, it's just that she has unavoidable difficulties."

"Do not."

Long Zhutian's tone was somewhat paranoid, "As far as I remember her, she was quite indifferent to me and never gave me a hug, as if I were a strange child."

Hearing his words, Yang Zimei's heart ached again.

A person can lack everything, but cannot lack the love of parents.

He hadn't seen his father, and he didn't know who he was. His mother was by his side, but he was so indifferent to him that he even disappeared at a young age.

How much damage would that be to him?

"Do you...remember any other memories?" Yang Zimei asked nervously, worried that he would remember the cruelty of his grandfather's family being slaughtered overnight.

"No more." Long Zhutian looked at the pure blue and clear lake, "I hope that only you are in my memory."

Hearing this, even though Yang Zimei didn't see him, he could roughly guess how depressed and hurt his eyes were at this time.

"Well, it doesn't matter if it's not just me in the memory, because the memory between us will be good in the future." Yang Zimei said softly.

"Meimei, thank you." Long Zhutian's voice was somewhat sentimental.

The hearts of the two people separated by thousands of miles, separated by sound waves, collided firmly...

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