She thought that this time she should finally see what the man looked like, but the woman in her arms moved slightly, and her face covered by long hair was revealed.

With willow eyebrows, cold eyes, high bridge of nose, sexy and plump lips, this enchanting face is clearly...it's her.

With a sudden start, Ling Mulao suddenly woke up.

Once again, the man's appearance was not seen, but Ling Mulao began to doubt her life experience. Hua Wuxin said that she was her wife, which she had no doubt about.

Although she asked herself countless times at that time why she didn't love her husband as a wife, she thought that husband and wife didn't need love, so she didn't delve into it.

But now she finally understands that there is someone in her heart, someone who is definitely not Hua Wuxin, but who is that person?

Ling Mulao sat on the bed, curled up her legs and buried her head in her knees. Tears fell down her cheeks like a bursting river and wet the quilt.

"Who am I, and who is that man?"

Asking himself one sentence after another, Ling Mulao really wanted to open his head and see what kind of past he had forgotten.

After not sleeping all night, Xiaoyi crawled from his crib to Ling Mulao's side at dawn. He wiped her wet tears with his little hands and said, "Mother, did Xiaoyi make you unhappy?"

".." Ling Mulao cried and shook his head.

"Then mother, let's spank Xiaoyi. If Xiaoyi doesn't cry, as long as mother is not sad." As he said that, the little child already pointed his butt towards Ling Mulao in a sensible way.

...

It's half a month again, and Ling Mulao has been entangled in dreams and lost memories, but unfortunately he didn't catch anything in the end.

Hua Wuxin seemed to notice that Ling Mulao was getting more and more unhappy, but he didn't dare to take her to the mortal world again, so he could only bring a pen and ink and said with a smile: "My brush is good, can I make a painting for you?"

Ling Mulao was stunned for a moment, but he picked up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone himself, "You sit by the pavilion and I will draw a picture for you."

Naturally, Hua Wuxin didn't expect Ling Muchao to be able to paint, so he was very happy to see her coming, so he leaned against the pavilion and made a good posture.

After half an hour, Ling Mulao put away his pen. The spirit duck flapped its wings and came forward to take a look, "This person..."

"How good is your painting?" Hua Wuxin stood up and said with a smile.

Ling Mulao stared at the painting on the rice paper, his amber eyes flashing with thousands of emotions. He was stunned for a while but crumpled the paper before Hua Wuxin.

Hua Wuxin frowned, "Why are you rubbing it?"

"The painting is not good, so I don't want you to make fun of me!" Ling Mulao smiled faintly, and then returned to the room calmly.

Just now, she was clearly looking at the description of Hua Wuxin's appearance, but the pen in her hand inexplicably painted an unfamiliar face.

With perfect facial features, deep eyes, and a strong outline, it is undeniable that the man is not as beautiful as Hua Wuxin, but he has a domineering coldness and irresistible charm.

It's like a poppy flower. You know it's poison but you want to take a bite, otherwise you'll die.

Who is that person, and why can I draw his appearance so skillfully? It's like I have described it thousands of times before. Otherwise, how could I draw it so smoothly now?
Chapter completed!