Qingwu slowly opened her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering like a butterfly spreading its wings. Her slightly surprised watery eyes met Xia Zhijing's hurried face!
Qing Wu's throat was so uncomfortable that she closed her lips tightly. The medicinal juice flowed down her pale face and stained the pillow...
Xia Zhijing saw that Qingwu had woken up, and the matter might have been exposed, so she was too frightened to say anything...
The room was eerily quiet, and even the sound of breathing was so clear.
Qingwu stared at Xia Zhijing's face for a long time, her thoughts flowing in her eyes. After coughing a few times, she shouted with a rustling throat, "Xiaojing? It's Xiaojing, my sister...Xiaojing?"
The fear in Xia Zhijing's heart reached the extreme. She immediately put the bowl on the bedside table, took a deep breath, and smiled forcefully, "You...what did you call me? You said, I am your sister.
,How...how is it possible?"
Could it be...
She in front of her has regained her memory!?
God, won’t she soon return to Brother Zekai’s side? What should I do then?
"Xiao Jing... My Xiao Jing... I finally found our Xiao Jing..." Lying on the bed, Qing Wu gradually remembered the face in front of her. Although it was more mature than three years ago, it was originally dull.
Her eyes have become bright and clear, but she will not admit her mistake. This is the sister she has been looking for for a long time!
Qingwu stood up and hugged Xia Zhijing tightly with her soft arms. Her tears seemed to be unstoppable. The tears contained joy and surprise. I was really happy to have recovered part of my memory. The first person I saw when I woke up.
, it’s Xiaojing!
Dad, don't worry in heaven, I have found my sister, she is very good, better than I imagined!
"Sister...sister? Are you really my sister?"
Xia Zhijing's face was pale, but her body was actually shaking all the time. She stared at Qingwu in disbelief with her watery eyes wide open.
"What's wrong, silly girl? Why don't you remember me? It's been too long, so..."
"No, I...I just..." Xia Zhijing lowered her eyes, her teeth sharpened her lips, almost bleeding from her bite.
Xia Zhijing was wailing in her heart, confused, how should she cover up her lies, how should she explain how many times they had met, and why she had to pretend not to know Xia Zhitong!
"Look at our little Jing, she has grown taller and taller. Although I still have a lot of things that I haven't remembered, but I don't think there's a rush. Take your time and I will definitely get my memory back."
Qing Wu squinted her eyes and smiled. Xia Zhijing swallowed after listening to Qing Wu's words, "Sister, are you really my sister?"
Xia Zhijing put on a sweet smile, raised her eyebrows lightly, touched Qingwu's face with her beautiful fingers, and pretended to be enlightened, "It's really my sister...it's just that my sister's appearance has changed a lot, I
I almost didn’t recognize it…”
Qingwu frowned, looked around, took the mirror nearby, and carefully looked at her appearance...
The beautiful eyes like clear springs were stained with dark circles due to her weak body, the straight and beautiful bridge of the nose, the soft rhombus lips, and the melon-seed face that I have seen for three years. The woman in the mirror has the ability to say no.
The feeling of strangeness and familiarity overlap together...
Three years ago, she had questioned whether this face was hers. Three years later, Xia Zhijing's words made her even more suspicious...
Xia Zhijing noticed the faint doubt in Qing Wu's eyes, and then said with a smile, "Sister... she is still so beautiful, haha..." She smiled awkwardly, and then asked tentatively, "Sister, do you still remember?
What happened?"
Qing Wu frowned, her brain was tingling unbearably every time she recalled it, "It's not a lot, just seeing you makes me think of some things one after another."
"Does sister still remember the man she loves most? Do you remember? Do you remember!" Xia Zhijing grabbed Qingwu's shoulders nervously, her eyes widening.
"The person I love most?" Qing Wu searched for fragments in her brain...
Chengxi?
His name is Chengxi?
Just now, she had a long dream. She dreamed of the man named Cheng Xi. His handsome face was exactly the same as that lunatic, the pervert who imprisoned her!
Did she make a mistake?
Why are the dreams filled with his doting words, gentle and lingering kisses, and even scenes of him proposing to me...
Every time Qing Wu thinks of the name Cheng Xi, her brain will hurt violently.
When Xia Zhijing saw Qingwu's delay in answering, a proud smile appeared on her lips, "Sister, don't worry, I believe my brother-in-law will not blame you."
"Brother-in-law?" Qingwu was stunned for a moment and muttered lightly uncertainly, "My husband, my husband... Wenxuan?"
Xia Zhijing took Qingwu's hand and said, "So sister, you haven't forgotten. Of course the person you love most is Brother Wenxuan, otherwise how could my sister marry him?"
Qingwu's eyes were filled with gray and confusion, and she became more and more uncertain. Was it because her memory had not been fully restored, or was it because someone had lied?
She rubbed her chest and asked who she had loved. She couldn't feel any love for Wenxuan, but every time she faintly called out the name Chengxi, a warm feeling of security came over her along with bitter pain.
…
When he was stunned, the door was pushed open again——
The man who appeared at the door made Qingwu's heartstrings suddenly tremble...
There were doubts, surprises, and even deep longing and attachment in the water eyes. Tears rolled in the water eyes. She was so stunned that she didn't know what to do...
Xia Zhijing felt a little dissatisfied when she saw Huo Chengxi entering the room and the bowl of uneaten soup, but she naturally knew that she should leave at the right time.
Xia Zhijing smiled at Huo Chengxi, tiptoed briskly, and made a cute face like an elf, "Let's talk slowly."
The bodyguard leaves and the door closes...
Huo Chengxi never took a step forward. The afternoon sunshine always warmed his heart, and even the cold and handsome man in front of him was tinged with tenderness.
The two of them kept a certain distance, but there was a glimmer of ambiguity in each other's eyes...
Qingwu looked at him, and the memory of the two of them kissing and embracing in the past was overwhelming, and her tears flowed down...
It had been so long since she had seen him, so why did her heart sour when she saw his haggard handsome face.
"Tong……"
He murmured hoarsely, spreading like a warm current in the bedroom. The aqua blue room layout suddenly turned into a warm ocean. He slowly surrounded her. Looking back, his dark eyes had already occupied her domineeringly.
Her eyes, the deepest part of her soul...
Huo Chengxi's big palms rubbed her pale face, and his fingers touched her dry skin. The fingertips were wrapped with intoxicating attachment. Her chest hurt sharply, and tears flowed down her porcelain-like face...
"What did you call me? Call me again..."
She stared at him uncertainly, tears falling like flowers in shock, falling on his big palm.
"Tong, my Tong..." The hoarse voice, the affectionate call, was like a sharp knife, cutting into her initially throbbing heart...
She seemed to be waking up from a dream, staring into his dark eyes as deep as the sea. His love was like the sea, but her heart was like dead water...
She recalled the last photo that Xia Zhijing showed her, the woman named Xia Zhitong, and the name he called was another woman's name.
"I'm not her, and I don't want to be the second substitute!"