Jiang Lan lowered her hands feebly, and she gestured: Who are you?

When Pei Qingsheng saw her stiff fingers, the corners of her mouth raised, not much of a smile, but more of a coldness.

"Who am I? Think about it slowly."

Pei Qingsheng refused to answer her question, looked away, and continued to burn paper.

Jiang Lan stared deeply at his side face. The short hanging hair blocked a large part of his face. From Jiang Lan's perspective, he could only see his lips and the bridge of his nose.

Jiang Lan was trying his best to recall what he just said.

He said that he owed the Jiang family...then he was not his brother.

But who is he?

Jiang Lan thought desperately. The more she thought about it, the more her head hurt. It hurt for no reason.

She raised her hands and hugged her head, pulling her hair. Her mind was in a state of confusion, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't get over it.

Jiang Lan tried to pry out a hint of information about Pei Qingsheng from the chaotic pain, but there was nothing.

Her mind went blank.

It was like Pei Qingsheng had never existed in her memory, and all she could think of were all the little moments with Lu Jingchi.

Jiang Lan endured the pain in her head and raised her hand to grab Pei Qingsheng's arm, with deep pleading in her eyes.

She wanted to know who he was and who he was to her.

She has no home and no parents.

And this person is most likely her only relative.

The more she begged, Pei Qingsheng refused to tell her.

He waved her hand away ruthlessly, looked directly into Jiang Lan's eyes, and said word for word: "I won't tell you. If you can't remember it, this will be your punishment."

After Pei Qing finished speaking, he grabbed the jug next to him and poured wine into the fire.

When the alcohol came into contact with the flames, it suddenly shot up very high, causing Jiang Lan's cheeks to hurt.

Jiang Lan bit her lip and stared at Pei Qingsheng almost desperately.

She couldn't remember, so he hated her, refused to recognize her, and punished her in this way.

Pei Qingsheng also said: "Although you may soon forget everything today, Lu Jingchi is right. Even if you forget, you have been punished."

"This punishment will not disappear just because it is forgotten."

As he spoke, he took out a white ring from his arms and handed it to Jiang Lan, "This time, don't lose it."

Pei Qingsheng took care of it for her thoughtfully, and the screen above reflected Jiang Lan's embarrassed face.

The fire next to it gradually extinguished and turned into black ashes on the ground, as if everything had returned to silence.

After putting on the watch ring, Pei Qing said casually: "There is a custom in Heng'an. Every year on the first day of the new year, every household has to worship their ancestors."

"This day is also the busiest day."

"No matter how far we are from home, whether we go abroad or leave the earth, we will return to our hometown on this day. I remember that during the ancestor worship ceremony in the last year, the Jiang family was unprecedentedly lively."

Pei Qing murmured, as if chatting about family matters, staring at the tombstone, but her thoughts were far away.

"The old house was overcrowded, even busier than the market. At that time, you were wearing a bright red princess dress, with two furry balls tied on your head, and running around the house shaking a rattle in your hand."

"The whole family is chasing after you, for fear that you might get bumped."

"How happy you are. You are the only girl in the whole family. The whole family holds you in their hands."

Pei Qingsheng said, looking at her with particularly complicated eyes.

He raised his hand and landed on Jiang Lan's face, "Look at you now, what kind of life are you spending with Lu Jingchi?"

"Are you worthy of their careful care?"

Tears welled up in Jiang Lan's eyes, and fell along the corners of her eyes, winding down on Pei Qingsheng's fingertips.

"But you regard him as your life, and you can't live without him even in death."
Chapter completed!