Under the hazy sky, there was a patter of spring rain.

The crystal-clear rain splashed onto the eaves, making a clear dripping sound; the rain as thin as wool intertwined into a dreamlike white silk pattern in the air, while the faint mountains and forests in the distance became this picture.

The most beautiful embroidery pen.

Qianya leaned against the Zhu Zhu and watched the spring rain quietly.

She didn't know why, but every time it rained, she would always have this picture inexplicably appear in her mind: a strange face was drawn into the surging river when she was heartbroken; a kind and dignified golden man.

A woman in clothes caressed her hair lovingly; a handsome and cold man roared at her; a dark blue monster wanted to kill her... But these images were blurry and she couldn't see clearly...

"ah!"

"ah!"

Suddenly her head hurt so much, it was like a thousand needles stinging her, and the pain was so painful that it almost exploded. She pressed her head with both hands and screamed in fear and pain.

Cheng Ke wanted to go out for a walk, but unexpectedly, a heavy rain blocked him in the palace.

He was holding a white oil-paper umbrella in his hand and was wandering aimlessly. Suddenly he heard someone shouting and he hurried over.

"Don't be afraid! I'm here!" He hugged her into his arms and stroked her long hair lovingly.

She struggled, tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes: "Who am I? Who am I? Who can tell me!" She looked at Cheng Ke in panic, waiting for his answer.

"Your name is Xiaoyu!...You are my personal maid!" There was a pause in his words.

She grabbed the collar of his robe and shouted angrily: "You lied to me... You are lying to me, right? Who am I? Tell me quickly!"

Every time it was rainy, he would see her expression of pain. He didn't want to see her in pain for memories anymore. He couldn't be so selfish.

"Do you really want to know?" He frowned.

She nodded repeatedly: "Yes! I really want to know!"

He helped her up and said resolutely: "Okay then! I will send you back right now. Maybe you will remember the past and find your relatives!"

…

The carriage was quickly prepared. Cheng Ke helped Qian Ya into the carriage and rushed to the West Lake together.

The weather in spring is unpredictable, and it is still rainy during the day; but at night, the sky is exceptionally clear, and the bright moon hangs far above the ink sky.

Finally arriving at the West Lake, Cheng Ke and Qian Ya got off the carriage and sat down on the bank of Qingcao Lake. The bright moonlight shone on the microwave lake surface, creating a soft silver light, which was so beautiful that it was mesmerizing.

Qianya huddled together, her beautiful eyes filled with mist, and she looked at Cheng Ke beside her seriously, and asked: "Do I really remember the past? Why... my mind is still blank?"

Cheng Ke raised the corner of his mouth and replied firmly: "If you think about it carefully, you will remember it! Trust me!"

Qianya turned her face, looked at the lake in front of her, smiled, and closed her eyes quietly.

A howling wind suddenly hit, picking up the grass blades on the ground and passing over Qian Ya, Cheng Ke and more than a dozen servants behind them.

Cheng Ke felt very sleepy and fell down on the grass; more than a dozen servants behind him also fell to the ground and fell asleep.
Chapter completed!