Different people have different treatment, which can be fully reflected here.
In fact, he is also a very extreme person.
"Yin Sa," her lips finally moved, but there was no sound.
"What is she talking about?" Fred leaned towards his face. He heard Yin Sa say that Xiang Qinglan couldn't speak, so could you tell him a little bit about what he was talking about now.
Yin Sa had learned lip reading, but he didn't understand. He clearly saw her moving her lips just now. Although it was slight, it was really moving.
"She's calling my name," Yin Sa replied quietly, and Fred suddenly put his hand on his face. He pointed at his nose, and then put it down feebly. Is he so without a sense of existence?
Obviously, he was also worried about her and his master. Why did everyone only have Yin Sa in their eyes and never him.
Is he living a failure?
Yin Sa retracted her hand, seeming to be thinking about something, while Xiang Qinglan just looked around, as if she was looking for something? Such a familiar feeling made her heart twitch slightly.
There was an indescribable fear, whether it was a dream or a hallucination. She looked at Yin Sa and Fred again, looking at the two of them.
Yin Sa, she knew him, but she had never met the black-haired man. Who was he and why did he appear in her home? She put her hand on her head and always felt that
There was something very important that she hadn't remembered. She really couldn't remember what it was.
What is...
What exactly is...
Huairui Castle and so on, it seemed like she really couldn't remember clearly for a while.
At this time, Arthur walked out of the kitchen. This time he still held a bowl in his hand. However, the soup in the bowl was finally black this time. The color was normal, but he didn't know the taste.
How about it. However, don't expect what kind of good things he will make. It would be strange if the things he makes are edible, as long as they don't eat people to death. However, there is a Yin Sa here, even if he eats them, he will be poisoned.
It's okay, anyway, he has a lot of medicine.
Xiang Qinglan turned her head and saw Arthur, whose face was still covered with some kind of powder. Her eyelashes flickered, and there was a white haze in front of her. She couldn't see anything clearly until she blinked again.
I glanced at my eyes, and there were some transparent teardrops under my eyelashes. However, they did not fall.
"Qing," her lips moved, still calling silently, why did she feel like this, why did she always have a strange feeling, this is their home, really their home, there is Qing
Home, he didn't disappear, nor did he leave her. That was really just a nightmare, right?
Her innocence is back.
Are you really back?
Fred and Yin Sa looked at each other, and the two of them retreated smartly. The scene of meeting again after a long absence was not suitable for them. They would be moved, but there was no need to be here. The two of them were the most important here.
"Lan," Arthur's voice was slightly hoarse, as if he had held a lot of gravel in his mouth. It seemed that every word he spoke was very difficult.
He approached her, every step he took was particularly laborious. He put down the bowl in his hand, sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand and gently caressed her eyes until his fingertips were wet.
"You slept for a long time. If you continue to sleep like this, your Qing may become an old man and you will become an old woman." He laughed out loud, but there seemed to be some hoarseness in his voice.
It's not very long, it's really too long. It's so long that he doesn't know what to do anymore.
If he keeps waiting like this, he will really go crazy.
"Qing," Xiang Qinglan said silently, just calling out one word. The man in front of him was still the same as before, wearing the same clothes as when he disappeared. His hair seemed to be longer, but it was
It was well taken care of, and she had the illusion that he had never left;
Nothing here has changed, and neither has he. So what has changed? She blinked her eyes in confusion, always feeling a very empty feeling in her heart.
"It's me, I am your Qing. You see, this is our home. Although our home is very dilapidated and old, it is our home that protects us from wind and rain.'"
It was really clear, but why was it so unreal? Xiang Qinglan looked around again. For a long time, there was always something pressing in her mind, which made her chest feel heavy.
"What's wrong? Is Qingli getting old? You don't recognize him anymore?" Arthur took Xiang Qinglan's hand and put her hand on his face, with a slight roughness on his skin.
His unique body temperature, the Qing she picked up, the Qing she relied on for life, could it really be him?
Like before, she stretched out her arms and put her arms around his neck, as if this was the only way to make herself safer. Nothing had changed, he was still him, and she was still her.
However, when she accidentally touched her extremely flat abdomen, her heart membrane seemed to be cut open. She grabbed her clothes, her eyes flashed from time to time, and a series of tears quickly formed in the corners of her eyes.
No, no, it has changed, everything has changed. When she thought about it, she remembered everything. Where is her baby?
Her child is gone.
That day in England, that poor child was gone. It was her fault whether she was well or not. If she had been more careful, if she had not gone to England, would her child still be in her belly now?
, can it still be born? Instead of a tiny little corpse that she has not even seen.
Some memories don't just change, they are what she has experienced, what she has faced, and what she has endured.
He is not her Qing, no, he is the owner of Huairui Castle and Yi Ruo's future husband. He is not her Qing. Her Qing will never forget her, nor will he be so cruel to her.
She let go of Arthur's neck and looked at the man in front of her with a very unfamiliar look. He and Qing were not the same person.
He was the man who pushed her away, he was the man who embraced other women. He was also the man who threw away all her memories.
Why does she want to forget, but she can never forget? Sure enough, the darkness is not that safe. Then, will the light be even more unsafe? And she really has nothing to lose, really nothing.
.
Her baby is gone, really gone. The baby she loved so much and protected so much.