Her warm watery eyes stared at him dully, with crystal tears welling up in her eyes, and a light smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, which instantly lit up her delicate and beautiful face.
"You..." Even though there are thousands of words surging in my heart, when it comes to my mouth, I can't say anything. A look of affection is worth thousands of words.
"Han, you finally woke up. Do you know how worried I am about you!" Shen Mengni kept chattering.
Nangong Han glanced at her arrogantly, "What are you doing lying on the ground in the middle of the night?"
"My ankle is sprained!" Shen Mengni stared at him with tears in her eyes.
"Women are so troublesome!" Nangong Han murmured, walked straight to her, squatted down, picked her up by the waist, and frowned, "Why have you become so heavy, like a pig!"
Shen Mengni was flattered. She didn't expect Nangong Han to hug her, and she looked shocked.
Why did he only see Shen Mengni who fell to the ground, but not Xiang Yimo whose legs were burned red?
Xiang Yimo stood up quickly. The smile on her face gradually dissipated like mist, leaving no trace. Her heart seemed to have been hit, and the pain made her whole body stiff. She walked quickly and grabbed his arm. Carefully, he whispered, "Nangong Han..."
He stopped, turned his head, and glanced at Xiang Yimo's face with his wild and cold eyes, "Who are you!" His eyes fell on her hands, with a hint of disgust in his eyes, " Put your hands away!"
Xiang Yimo's whole body was shaken, and his bright eyes widened as he asked him, "What's wrong with you? Did I do something wrong? Why are you so indifferent to me?"
"Where are you from? Who knows you? Get your dirty hands off!" Nangong Han's eyes were full of arrogance, like a child who had been pampered and pampered. He looked at Xiang Yimo with contempt.
Every word was like a knife piercing Xiang Yimo's heart. Each stab was more painful than Ling Chi's.
Night after night of companionship and whispering, did you get his indifference and hatred?
"Han asked you to take your dirty hands away, do you hear me?" Shen Mengni snuggled into Nangong Han's arms, raised her chin, glanced at Xiang Yimo with disdain, and waved her hand away.
Xiang Yimo seemed to have fallen into a thousand-year ice pool. The chill gradually spread from his limbs to his limbs and bones. His whole body was as stiff as ice. He looked at Nangong Han's leaving back. Tears burst out of his eyes and fell down with a trickle. There is sound.
Why are you treating her like this? She is even colder and indifferent than a stranger. Is there something she did wrong or something wrong?
These days, she, a mentally retarded woman, has endured so many burdens and endured so much pressure. How she hopes Nangong Han can wake up soon, share her burdens, and protect her from the wind and rain. Finally, she hopes that he will wake up, but ...What was waiting for him was a cold look and sarcasm, and he turned around to hug other women.
There was a sudden pain in her lower abdomen, "Uh..." Xiang Yimo groaned, her brows furrowed, her legs softened, and she fell to the ground. There was a large area of bright red on her thighs, and a dense layer of small blisters. It has a round luster. However, the pain of the burn is far less than one ten thousandth of the pain in my heart.
"Baby, mommy, don't cry, don't cry anymore..." Xiang Yimo gently stroked her slightly swollen belly and kept murmuring. However, as she said this, her tears still fell like heavy rain. I can't stop, I can't stop.
"Madam, what's wrong with you!" Butler He stood at the door, holding a steaming supper. He was startled when he saw Xiang Yimo slumped on the ground.
Xiang Yimo lowered her head and quickly wiped the tears on her face, "Uncle He, I'm fine!" She gritted her teeth and held back her tears, and stood up unsteadily.
"Madam, why are your feet so burned!" Butler He shouted in surprise.
"I'm fine!" Xiang Yimo still answered him perfunctorily with these three words, and walked out slowly while holding on to the wall. Every step he took was like walking on a nail board, and he felt a burning tingling sensation on his legs.
"Madam, I'll ask Teng Yue to come over right away!"
"I'm fine!" His dull tone revealed infinite sadness.
There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart.
At this moment, her heart had been crushed into mud and turned into ashes.
The sky suddenly brightened, and the east turned white.
The dark blue sky was silent and tinged with sadness.
Xiang Yimo had not slept all night, but she still couldn't close her eyes. Her eyes were filled with tears, like a flood that burst a dike, flowing thousands of miles away and unable to stop at all.
She huddled in the corner, hugging herself tightly with her legs, her slender body couldn't help but tremble slightly, so thin, so helpless, so sad...
Her curly black hair was draped casually on her shoulders, her eyes were unfocused and empty, and tears were still flowing freely, like a porcelain doll that had lost its soul, motionless.
"Knock! Knock!" A crisp knock on the door sounded, which was particularly harsh in the quiet air.
"Little Momo, it's me!"
Not hearing any response, Teng Yue became nervous and shouted loudly, "Little Momo, don't let your mind wander!" Then he turned sideways and hit the door with his shoulder.
"Bang-bang-"
The door remained motionless.
Teng Yue complained, "Old He, the quality of the door you chose is so good! If the door didn't open, my bones must have been shattered first!"
"Alas! IQ is the only flaw!" Butler He rolled his eyes at him, silently pressed the doorknob, and pushed open the door.
Teng Yue's mouth twitched and he smiled awkwardly, "I'm not a housekeeper, how could I know that the door is unlocked!" Find a step for yourself.
The room was dark. Butler He pressed the switch, and a sudden bright light spread to every corner.
"Xiao Momo, I just went to check Nangong Han!" Teng Yue paused and said in a calm and solemn tone, "He has selective amnesia!"
Xiang Yimo suddenly raised her head, Wanli's face covered with tears, "Do you mean he doesn't remember me?"
"The blood clot in his mind hasn't dissipated yet, pressing on the hippocampus in the memory area. He has forgotten you. To be more precise, he has forgotten all the memories of the past four years and stayed before his father's death." Teng
Yu hurriedly comforted her, "But this is only temporary. As long as the congestion dissipates, maybe he will regain his memory after receiving some stimulation!"
"Four years..." Xiang Yimo murmured.
"Yes! Four years ago, he had such a arrogant, arrogant and rude temper!"