In the pitch-black light, she couldn't see clearly even with her eyes open.
She couldn't help but ask: "Do you know me?"
The man's slightly indifferent voice sounded above her head, "I don't know you."
Jiang Hexun blinked hard, trying to see his appearance clearly.
The man just lowered his head, and she looked into a pair of dark, cold eyes, with a gloomy expression.
But in a quick second, the man let go of her.
Jiang Hexun was shocked because she recognized these beautiful eyes.
These eyes accompanied her throughout her childhood, until her first year of junior high school.
She could never forget that those eyes were looking at her in that cold lake until she died, looking at her as if saying: "Xunxun, you must live."
Jiang Hexun reached out and touched the man's face. He couldn't believe it, and his voice gradually became astringent, "Brother Fu, is that you?"
In the dim vision, the man pulled away her hand and said in an indifferent voice, "You have the wrong person."
She didn't believe it and wanted to touch his face. She got closer to him and wanted to see his appearance clearly.
The man took a few steps back and stretched out his hand to stop her progress, "I'm sorry, you really got the wrong person."
Jiang Hexun stood in front of him, her voice choked, and she asked, "Can you let me see your face?"
Just one glance."
The man in the darkness seemed stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."
The incandescent lamp quickly turned on, and bright and hot light poured down from above.
The bright white light illuminated his brows.
The man had a handsome face, but it was not the face she remembered.
The face in front of me is very unfamiliar.
Except for the pair of eyes that look very similar.
But when these eyes fell on her, they were indifferent and cold.
Brother Fu would not look at her like this.
Jiang Hexun's eyes showed disappointment.
The huge gap caused her to feel uncontrollable grief, and the wounds that could not be healed were bloodyly torn open again.
She was so heartbroken that she covered her chest and gasped hard.
Her eyes were very sore and hot, as if she would shed tears in the next second.
"...I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person."
Jiang Hexun's throat was so choked that it hurt.
Yes, how can someone who has died come back to life?
She is delusional.
The man did not comfort her, he only said: "The police should leave, let's go out."
Jiang Hexun hummed in despair. When she walked out of the utility room, she looked at the man and said, "Can you add me on WeChat?"
She liked his eyes very much.
The man was silent for a moment and rejected her, "Sorry, I just came back from abroad and I don't have a domestic mobile phone number yet."
Jiang Hexun saw that this was just his excuse.
She didn't bother anymore, and felt that her request was a bit abrupt.
It was the first time we met and I asked for someone’s WeChat ID. No wonder he was unwilling.
The two walked quietly through the corridor, and at the end of the corridor, a person walked towards them.
Yan Louchuan narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw Jiang Hexun walking quietly beside the man.
He had a calm expressionless face, and the cold, dark chill in his eyes lingered for a long time.
Yan Louchuan walked up to her and glanced at the man, "Do you know him?"
Jiang Hexun was not in a good mood and did not doubt why he appeared here for a moment.
The man said to Yan Louchuan: "I don't know him."
After saying that, he crossed the two people and left.
Jiang Hexun stared blankly at the man's back, only to realize that apart from his eyes, his back looked somewhat similar to Brother Fu.
The corners of Yan Louchuan's mouth straightened slightly, adding a bit of coldness.
"I'll take you back."
Jiang Hexun came back to his senses and said, "Okay."
Walking out of Qingba, Shang Yan and Kong Qianqian were already outside.
Shang Jinzhou was also there, reprimanding Shang Yan with a serious face.
Jiang Hexun turned her eyes and saw that the man who was with her in the utility room was getting on a cool motorcycle on the side of the road, put on his helmet, and kicked off.
With a roar, the man quickly disappeared into the dark night on his motorcycle.