He was silent for a long time before weakly speaking, "Do you remember?"

Jiang Lan looked away and looked elsewhere.

She answered his question with action.

Lu Jingchi's eyelids were half drooped and he looked away.

It became quiet between the two of them. At some point, even the birds above their heads stopped chirping.

It was even quieter than when he was unconscious, as if even the air was quiet.

I don't know how long it took before Lu Jingchi looked at her again and asked, "How much do you remember?"

Jiang Lan pursed her lips and remained silent.

Lu Jingchi slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to take her hand. Before he could touch it, Jiang Lan abruptly withdrew his hand.

"You all lied to me."

Lu Jingchi was slightly startled and suddenly looked at her.

Jiang Lan lowered her eyes, her eyes filled with mist. She looked down at her hands, tears falling on the back of her hands.

Lu Jingchi moved his lips, but didn't say anything.

A gust of cool wind blew, lifting the strands of hair beside Jiang Lan's ears.

She suddenly stood up and staggered away.

Lu Jingchi looked at her back and wanted to get up and chase her, but as soon as he moved, a wave of dizziness hit him and he sat back feebly.

He clutched his chest and stared at the figure, a look of pain flashed across his face.

Jiang Lan picked up a branch, punched it, and staggered away.

The light over there was very bright, and in a daze, Lu Jingchi saw her fading away in the light.

Like, as the light disappeared.

Lu Jingchi closed his eyes and leaned against the tree trunk, with a bitter curve at the corner of his mouth.

After a while, he felt in his arms and found a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

He leaned against the tree and lit himself a cigarette.

Looking at the light penetrating above the head, thin smoke curls up, intertwined with the light, and the smoke seems to dance in the light.

Suddenly, the sound of soft footsteps came, and Lu Jingchi turned his head to look.

It's Jiang Lan who's back.

His fingertips holding the cigarette paused slightly.

Jiang Lan came to sit in front of him and spread out his clothes. Inside was a handful of wild rice.

Lu Jingchi looked at Jiang Lan in shock.

She took out a piece and handed it to Lu Jingchi.

Lu Jingchi slowly stretched out his hand, took the wild rice in her hand, and raised his eyes to look at her again.

They had eaten this thing when they were living on a desert island.

Lu Jingchi smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that you really remembered it."

Jiang Lan knelt down in front of him, staring straight at him, raising her hands habitually and making sign language.

Jiang Lan: I remember, it’s more than just that.

Lu Jingchi's eyes flickered, "What else?"

Jiang Lan: I remember that when I was five years old, my grandfather celebrated his birthday, and many people rushed into the house.

Lu Jingchi squeezed Zi Bai's fingers tightly.

Jiang Lan continued to gesture: They had guns in their hands and shot at anyone they saw. My mother hugged me and hid everywhere, but she was still shot through the heart.

Jiang Lan recalled those past events and shed tears.

Her fingers were stiff and she could no longer perform gestures. Her heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, making her breathless.

She choked and struggled to pronounce the words, "She hid me in her arms and allowed me to escape."

Her speech was not smooth and she would even pause. Because she was in too much pain, her voice also had a broken tone.

With every word she spoke, her face became more broken.

"Someone pushed my mother away and I saw him."
Chapter completed!