Before leaving the plane and continuing to shuttle, Mao Tuanzi tweeted eagerly, "Cic, the plane will be special later, and everything related to the system will lose contact, Ping be careful!"

Luo Ci was stunned, a special plane...

She reached out and rubbed and tweeted, "Don't worry, I'll be fine for sure."

A door of light appeared in front of her, and she faintly saw the life of the person inside, her beautiful eyes filled with daze.

It turns out... it's this plane.

She stepped inside, and the figure disappeared.

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Luo Ci slowly opened her eyes, sat up subconsciously, and looked down at her hands. These were extremely immature hands. It was obvious that she had returned to her childhood.

when she was eight years old.

Not that she was eighteen years old after she left this plane.

She went back ten years ago.

There are no restrictions on this plane, and of course you can't get things in the store.

And the only thing she knew about the fragment was his name, and she didn't know his origin at all.

The slightly immature face has a bit of melancholy. In fact, it is good to go back ten years ago. She has the opportunity to make up for the harm that she didn't recognize him and kept rejecting him.

At that time, she didn't understand love, and she only wanted to find and collect the fragments of her brother's soul, without considering his feelings at all, she left this plane cleanly and disappeared without a trace.

But for him who has no memory, how cruel.

When the maid Mingcui came in with the iced sour plum soup, she saw the expression of her little master. In her memory, the little master has always been very indifferent and indifferent, like a closed self, and usually does not like to talk, not much Take care of people.

It's like sadness to the extreme, but not even tears can flow out, and there is no emotion at all.

Mingcui loves the little master very much. The princess passed away when she was very young. Although the king loves the little master very much, he can never replace the mother's indispensable part in the child's heart.

But now, the little master actually began to have other emotions.

Mingcui stepped forward and put down the sour plum soup, bent down and said softly, "Little Princess, this is the iced sour plum soup prepared by the servants for you."

After speaking, he took out the silk handkerchief again, carefully observed Luo Ci's mood, and gently wiped the sweat from her face.

Now that the weather is hot, the climate response in this part of the capital is very strong, which makes people a little unbearable.

Luo Ci's slender eyelashes trembled, and her face slowly drew a shallow arc, revealing cute dimples, "Thank you, Sister Mingcui."

Mingcui froze in place, unable to react for a while. This was the first time she saw the little master laugh, and it was the first time she heard the little master address her like that.

It's not that I haven't heard the little master say thank you to me before, but the little master at that time was always expressionless. Obviously, the voice of this age should be soft and cute, but the little master is always cold and calm, like holding Like ice.

But as the little princess' personal maid, she didn't lose her mind for too long. Knowing her size, she continued to say softly, "Little princess, are you wearing thick clothes? Let the servants find a lighter dress for you."

Luo Ci shook her head, she picked up the sour plum soup and drank it all in one breath.

Mingcui watched from the side, and felt in a trance that the princess seemed to be a little more cute than before.

In the past, the little county master always swallowed slowly when he ate his meals. Even when he drank soup, he also drank it slowly with a spoon, but he had never drank it like this with a bowl.

Although the current behavior is not in line with etiquette, Mingcui thinks that it is good for the little princess.

At least popular.

After Luo Ci drank the iced sour plum soup, she obviously felt a little cooler. She just got out of the quilt and broke out in a lot of cold sweat, as if she had woken up from a nightmare.

She looked at Ming Cui, who had been with her for several years, her tender voice was soft, sounding like she was coquettish, "I want to take a bath."

Mingcui picked up the empty bowl and was about to leave, "This servant will call someone to get hot water."

After she left, Luo Ci's eyes fell on every place in the room. This place has never changed. She has always lived in this yard, and the placement of each place has not changed at all, and she had never noticed it before. These.

Because of her indifference, she didn't know that the people in the mansion had been careful to keep the furnishings in the manor for her, she didn't know that there were many people around her who genuinely cared about her, and she didn't know Chu Zhi's identity and past experiences.

It's not that I don't know, it's that I don't care.

She selectively ignored them.

She got out of bed and walked to the wardrobe, and her eyes fell on the clothes in the wardrobe. Although she was still young, there were many clothes in the mansion, not including the ones in the box. The embroidery of the fabrics was all excellent.

Children's clothes will become smaller after wearing them for a long time. Generally speaking, they won't make so many clothes, but her father is particularly willing to work hard for her.

This wardrobe is not big or small, but it is still a lot taller for her, who is only eight years old. She stood on tiptoe and wanted to take out a dress from it, but she couldn't reach it.

A warm and jade-like voice came from behind, "Which one do you want?"

She froze in place, her little body stumbled backwards, being carefully guarded by the man behind her, a big hand supported her shoulder, "Be careful, don't fall."

Her father, the king, was always gentle in front of her, without the slightest pressure from the king, nor did he show the slightest bit of Ling Ran's suffocating aura that he was fighting outside.

In the past, she did not dare to be too intimate with her father.

Because I was too afraid of losing my loved ones and getting hurt, I simply acted cold and alienated from the beginning.

But now, she has unraveled the knot.

Her little finger pointed to the fiery red dress in the closet, which was very dazzling and bright, and her voice was soft, "Father, I want that one."

The people behind her paused for a while, then put their palms on her head and gently rubbed them a few times, "Father, take it for you."

A slender jade-like hand easily took out the dress from the closet, Luo Ci turned around, raised her head, her clear glazed eyes curved into crescents, and said crisply, "Thank you, Father."

She saw her father's face clearly.

However, in his twenties, he has an unusually handsome appearance. He wears moon-white brocade clothes. He exudes a warm and jade-like temperament. The pair of phoenix eyes are not narrow and sharp, but gentle and doting. This is what a father left for his deceased wife. The only daughter under the pampering and pity.

It was clearly in her twenties when she was in full bloom, but her father's eyes contained vicissitudes of life, and there was a faint melancholy between his eyebrows and eyes, which was the nostalgia and pain of his deceased wife.

Luo Ci's heart is a little bit astringent. After her father lost her mother, she tried her best to learn to be a considerate and reliable father, so as not to let her childhood be a shadow, but how did she do it.