Amnesiac Tyrant's White Moonlight

Chapter 27 (1)

Yun Pian Pian was horrified when she saw Xiao Chang Yuan's head hitting the threshold, and rushed up to help Xiao Chang Yuan up.

    "Husband, are you alright? Does your head hurt? Do you want to see a doctor?"

    Xiao Changyuan held his head, feeling as if his head was about to crack, filled with all kinds of chaotic and noisy pictures.

    Countless screams and screams rushed into his ears like a tide.

    The iron horse glaciers, the magnificent war drums and horns, the sound of tiger roars, the sound of killing, and the sound of blood splashing.

    There seemed to be a child, shouting hoarsely.     Don't, don't kill Yuan'er

    's mother... Xiao Changyuan opened his eyes and saw Yun Pian Pian's anxious and worried look.     Her red lips opened and closed in front of him, as if she said something, but he couldn't hear her voice.     Xiao Changyuan had a splitting headache, and he wanted to hear Yun Pianpian's words clearly.     "Miss, what did you just say?"     Yun Pianpian heard the words, her face turned pale, and a layer of water mist filled her frightened apricot eyes.     "Husband, don't scare me..."     Yun Pian Pian's head went blank from Xiao Chang Yuan's words.     She thought that Xiao Changyuan had been knocked deaf by herself.     Fear and regret swept Yun Pianpian's heart, she was at a loss as she tugged at his arm, her eyes filled with tears.     Yun Pian Pian's tears, like broken pearls, kept falling.     A drop of crystal clear tears slid down her cheek and landed on the back of Xiao Changyuan's hand.     A click, a faint sound.     Her tears were so fragile, but so hot that they made his fingertips tremble slightly.     "Bah…"

    This faint sound, like a drop of thick ink, dripped into the lake in his heart, swaying endless ripples, like a mountain and a tsunami.

    Those golden horses and iron horses, magnificent horns, wars and killings, all like a tide, slowly receding and gradually dissipating.

    All the noises that filled Xiao Changyuan's mind disappeared.

    In the prehistoric universe, the galaxy, the clouds and the moon, everything in the world is gone.

    He could only hear the sound of cloudy tears dripping on the back of his hand.

    He could only see Yun Pian Pian's red and swollen eyes from crying.

    He could only feel his lady...

    his lady was crying.

    And he didn't want her to cry.

    Xiao Changyuan frowned slightly and his eyes fell on her tears.

    He slowly raised his hand to her tearful face.

    Those cold, pale, slender hands, with slightly curved phalanxes, gently wiped away the hot tears from the corners of her eyes.

    "Miss, don't cry..."

    Yun Pian Pian was stunned, raised her eyes, and looked at him with red eyes.