Your Excellency, I love you!

"You are him..." She murmured these four words, as if feeling amused again, "You...you are him..."

"Well, I was originally," he did not refute, and slowly stretched out his hand towards her, and said in a low voice, "so you don't have to come here to visit the grave anymore, and you don't have to be sad for his death—because he didn't die, and now standing in front of you."

Luo Qiangwei looked at him.

But no longer hide.

His hand stretched out in front of her, wrapping his arms around her waist gently.

Mo Shiche took a step forward and pulled her into his arms. Luo Qiangwei seemed to be a little dazed until she leaned against his chest, she subconsciously stretched out her hand to grab his shirt, and subconsciously called out, "Mo dull..."

Mo Shiche looked down at her pale face, didn't pay attention to the title, and responded, "Yes, I'm here."

Luo Qiangwei was startled, although she didn't speak anymore, she pressed her closer to him.

"I am here, and I will always be here in the future." He pressed his thin lips against her ear, "You married me again."

She didn't know whether to agree or disagree, but she nodded slightly.

Mo Shiche hugged her with one arm, and took out a ring from his pants pocket with the other, which was the one she refused to wear at the time, "Our wedding ring, put it on, huh?"

Luo Qiangwei stared blankly at the ring until it was slipped into her ring finger.

It was ice-cold, with the warmth of his palm.

"Good girl," Mo Shiche kissed her cheek with a smile in his eyes, "Should I walk to the car, or should I carry you there? It's cold here at night, and you'll catch cold if you don't wear too much clothes."

Luo Qiangwei lowered her face and said slowly, "You hug me."

Mo Shiche picked her up by the waist in the next second, turned around and walked out of the lawn.

Luo Qiangwei leaned on his shoulder, raised her eyes to see that the tombstone was getting farther and farther away from her, and then thought of what he said just now, she put her arms around the man's neck, and buried her face in the socket of his neck.

With memory or not, he has indeed returned.

She... She shouldn't have chased him away again.

…………

Back at the villa covered with roses, Mo Shiche hugged Luo Qiangwei to take a bath.

She was hungry before going to bed, so he cooked noodles for her, carried her downstairs again, and coaxed her to finish eating before lying down with her.

When doing it tonight, Mo Shiche seemed to be particularly crazy, kissing her ring finger with the ring over and over again, even though he didn't say a word during the whole process, she could feel his reaction deeper than before.

into the night.

Luo Qiangwei was in a deep sleep, but the man next to her suddenly sat up, and the noise woke her up.

She sat up rubbing her eyes, and saw Mo Shiche's eyes were open, his handsome forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his chest was heaving and panting.

She grabbed his arm and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"I'm having a nightmare," Mo Shiche said with difficulty rolling his throat, "I seem to hear in my head...someone shot at me."

He dreamed of the place where the cruise ship docked at the pier, but it only passed by in a flash. There were countless chaotic images interspersed in his mind, like extremely small fragments, which could not be grasped and could not be thrown away.

Then in this chaotic picture, he vaguely saw someone raised a gun towards him, then pulled the trigger, and a bang sounded in his ears——

Luo Qiangwei's heart tightened when she heard the words, "Who?"

Sheng Feng?

It could only be Sheng Feng - on the cruise ship, Sheng Feng shot him twice and Ah Chu once.