However, except for Jin Shiyu, the rest of the people could only stand quietly aside with the eagerness in their hearts, waiting for him to call her back from the demon.

Jin Shiyu's blood-red eyes stared deeply at her eyes, which were also like rubies, transparent and bright.

The gentle light that emanated from the bottom of his eyes to his whole body was like a protective layer, enveloping her in it.

He raised his hand and carefully hung the transparent jade in his hand around her neck.

The whole body of transparent jade, exuding reddish-brown light, was carved into the shape of Maitreya Buddha, smiling, looking inexplicably a little happy.

With just one glance, people can't help but think of Ling Er.

However, it must have been inspired by her, because at first glance, it felt very similar to her style.

The smiling Maitreya Buddha, like her, has a smile on her face that is enough to melt people's hearts at all times, and the painting style is particularly strange, which makes people unconsciously want to laugh along.

However, at this moment, no one could laugh, but felt even heavier.

Like a colorful world, it has faded all colors and turned into a dull gray, and it can't help but breed a suppressed grief.

After the brown jade was placed on her white neck, a magical scene happened, and the frost on Ling Er's body began to slowly melt at that moment, turning into cold and dissipating.

However, her face was still expressionless, her eyes were empty, and she was silently crying.

Jin Shiyu couldn't help but hug her into his arms in distress, and even his voice was extremely cautious, "Ling'er, it's Brother Shiyu..."

As he said this, her eyes slowly focused, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

After a while, a voice as weak as the breeze slowly spit out from between her lips, "Brother Shiyu..."

"Ling'er, don't be afraid, Brother Shiyu is here."

"Yao is gone... I'm going to get him back... He's alone... Will be afraid..."Cold tears continued to slide down her face like beads with broken threads, and the ethereal voice with a heart-wrenching breath drifted into their ears, making people feel heart-wrenching.

They knew that she had regained her memory.

As she spoke, Ling Er gently pushed him away, her eyes in a trance as if she was going to disappear at any time, and it was distressing to watch.

"Poof!" However, as soon as she turned around, she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Ling'er!" Everyone exclaimed, and even when Hanyu saw it overnight, he felt unbearable.

The red blood stained her white dress red, like a bewitching red rose blooming on the snow, poignant and sad.

Jin Shiyu, who was closest to her, hugged her, panicking and about to lose his mind, "Bring the medicine!" ”

Ye Hanyu saw a painful look of life and death on everyone's faces, although she didn't know what happened, but looking at this situation, she should have recovered a little memory, and that memory must be a very painful existence for her.

"Brother Shiyu... Let's go and get Jing back... Get Ayao back... And Mommy... And also... That place... It's cold and dark... They will be afraid..."Her pale fingers tightly grasped the clothes in front of Jin Shiyu, her eyes trembled violently, and she said angrily, every word seemed to use up all her strength.

As the words came out, two lines of tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, and they fell to the ground in despair and helplessness.

If it weren't for the eerily lifeless silence around her, no one would have heard what she was saying.