If Zhong Lingling couldn't forget Xiang Yimo, how could her son ever have a chance with her?
Luo Xuanyu was still young, and he didn't grasp the concept of love. To avoid lifelong regret, as Luo Xuanyu's mother, she had to step in and help him herself!
Luo Xuanyu took the purple potion bottle handed over by Li Mengqing!
Zhengzheng stared at the potion bottle in his hand.
This thing could save his sister!
But after she consumed it, she might forget about her little brother!
If eating this could make his sister happy, then what was there to lose?
Holding the potion, Luo Xuanyu slowly approached Zhong Lingling's bedside...
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Xiang Yimo drifted from the river into his own vast sea.
The wound on his face, inflicted by the pebbles thrown by Zhong Lingling, had completely healed.
Alone in the deep sea where no one ventured, he floated on the surface like a corpse, staring at the blue sky, lost in thought.
