These two words, this sentence, are so familiar in An Xiaoruo's heart.
The deepest memories in my mind couldn't help but be opened.
When he was still young, when An Xiaoruo was only eight years old, a ten-year-old boy looked at An Xiaoruo and burst into tears because of a dead chicken sitting on the ground.
The handsome young man at that time just glanced at An Xiaoruoli's rosy cheeks coldly, and said expressionlessly: "That's bad!"
Although An Xiaoruo didn't know at the time, what did it mean to be poor?
However, I just felt very unhappy when he said such a thing!
Even that indifferent look was absolutely unacceptable to An Xiaoruo!
Just those words from him made her remember this guy!!
Later, the handsome young man disappeared. A pair of slender white hands took An Xiaoruo and took her to a strange family.
Later, the overly handsome boy who once said he was bad to An Xiaoruo turned out to be her brother, no, it should be said to be her cousin now. Remember, at that time, she was young and ignorant, and she still vaguely remembered it.
, my uncle and aunt were sad for a long time.
It seems that all these memories were only remembered at this moment.
"You are...brother..."
After An Xiaoruo thought of all this, she couldn't help but feel a little dazed. The joy in her heart was unbelievable. Even she herself didn't believe whether her judgment at this time was correct.
"I don't have a sister." The young man's tone was extremely distant, as if he was not optimistic about An Xiaoruo's poor acting skills.
"I am your cousin!!" Of course An Xiaoruo is not his biological sister.
"The reaction was very quick." The handsome young man's face was as quiet as the water's surface, and his sharp blue eyes could kill someone.
"Is your original name An Zixi?"
An Xiaoruo knew that this guy doubted her, so she had to figure it out even more. For the sake of her adoptive parents, and even more for herself, she must find her uncle's and aunt's children.
The handsome young man was just slightly startled, his eyes glazed over, and his eyes became even more wary.
There was still no emotional ups and downs. The more he behaved like this, the more An Xiaoruo felt that such a person was hiding deep and unfathomably: "The paparazzi are becoming more and more knowledgeable about gossip nowadays."
"An Zixi!!" An Xiaoruo couldn't help calling his name.
"It's An Nuan, An Zixi has long since ceased to exist."
His eyes were empty and lonely, as if he had suffered a great blow, like a lifeless puppet with only a body. It was hard to imagine what he had gone through to get to this point.
An Xiaoruo would never give up just because of his words. At least, he still had family members who would care about him. The warmth of home could heal the pain of the past. He asked cautiously: "Then do you remember, you are ten
The little girl who was holding a chicken and crying in the park when she was 2 years old??”
"Ten years old??" He thought for a moment and actually smiled, an ironic and sad smile: "If it hadn't been for the day when I was ten years old, I'm afraid, none of this would have happened."
"Although I don't know what you are referring to now? But the only thing I want to ask is whether you still remember her."