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"city a? Not Osaka? "

"I'm clearly in Japan. How long did I sleep? What's the number now? "

Looking at his appearance, Yang Zimei understood that he might have lost his memory, but also selectively.

She tried to ask, "Mr. Guan, do you remember the year, month and day before you fainted?"

"It's not July 23, 1992?"

Guan Shanyue asked in doubt.

"It's July 2003."

Yang Zimei was sweating.

Guan Shanyue looked at her suspiciously, "how could this be possible? You're lying to me

Yang Zimei pointed to the calendar on the wall.

Guan Shanyue watched for a while, then looked down at his slightly purple black hand, and asked Yang Zimei to give him the mirror.

Yang Zimei handed him a small mirror.

Guan Shanyue picked up the mirror to look at it.

I saw my face in the mirror golden, my lips blue, and my face was ten years older than what I remembered.

"What's going on? Am I dreaming, or? "

He hung the mirror powerlessly and asked Yang Zimei.

"Do you remember Miss Jingming?"

Yang Zimei asked.

"It is said that she is the successor of the Japanese Jingming family. It is very mysterious. Few people can meet her."

When Guan Shanyue said this, he didn't have much expression on his face, just like talking about the name of a stranger.

It seems that he was really stimulated by Zhenzi, so he got selective amnesia and sealed up all memories related to Zhenzi.

This selective amnesia is also an instinctive protection.

The damage is so great, it's good to forget.

Yang Zimei did not say much.

"What's the matter with me? Why do I look so bad? Are you poisoned? "

Guan Shanyue touched the purple black on her fingernails.

Yang Zimei nodded.

"It was poisoning."

Guan Shanyue's tone is light, as if poisoning is very natural in general, also did not reveal the desire to survive.

"Maybe I can try to cure you. Completely impossible, but it can slow down your pain and prolong your life

Yang Zimei's compassionate way.

Guan Shanyue smile, "thank you, since the poisoning has been deep, I also have no interest, everything with fate."

His face was smiling, but there was a deep sadness in his eyes.

He has lost his memory, this kind of sorrow should not be because of Zhenzi.

Maybe it's because his lower limbs are paralyzed.

No matter how skillful Yang Zimei is, he is not an immortal. He is totally incapable of such paralysis.

"I want to go out and try to remember."

Guan Shanyue looks at her way.

Yang Zimei nodded and bent over to help him from the bed to the wheelchair.

She just wanted to push him, but he refused, "I'll come by myself. Although I can't walk freely, I can still walk freely in a wheelchair."

Yang Zimei did not want to hurt his self-esteem, let him move his wheelchair out.

Yang Zimei had to follow.

"Zimei, come and do me a favor."

Lan Ya saw her and waved to her.

Yang Zimei looks at Guan Shanyue.

Guan Shanyue looked at the elegant layout, fresh air courtyard, turned back to her smile, "you are busy with you, I turned around."

"Well."

Yang Zimei nodded and told Lianyi to follow him in case of any accident.

Guan Shanyue pushed her wheelchair along the bluestone road in the courtyard, breathing the fresh air that made people feel very happy. She looked at the flowers blooming in the courtyard and the flying butterflies and dragonflies. She felt that she had come to a different world.

He could see deeply, but he didn't notice that there was a piece of gravel in front of him, so the wheelchair was turned over by that stone. Because he was weak, he was unable to drive the slave wheelchair. As a result, the whole person fell to the ground and could not move under the pressure of the wheelchair.

A woman in a maid's dress came up with a beautiful face and a cold look.

She went up to him, righted the wheelchair, bent over to pick him up and put him in the wheelchair.

His heart pounded when he smelled the delicate fragrance from her and touched her delicate and soft skin

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