In the dream, everything from the past flashed through like a movie, including childhood, revenge, killers, Dark Wings, Park Sung Hye, Han Eun Shin...
Many, many.
Xi Ziyuan, that name that is both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.
She remembered.
I suddenly opened my eyes, everything was so strange.
The coldness in her eyes seemed to be overwhelmingly proud. Luo Xuan could tell by looking at her eyes that she had remembered it.
Everything Han Lengqian did was ruined by his mother.
Han Enxin looked at Meng Yaya with tears in her eyes, "Mom"
His eyes were a little dull, and tears flowed out again. This was not a dream, it was real. My mother was right in front of me, it was real.
Once upon a time, when Han Enxin went to bed every night, she would dream that her mother was in heaven, looking at her with a smile.
But now, the mother she thought about day and night was right in front of her. She was still alive and not dead yet.
"Xin'er, do you remember everything?" Meng Miya opened her mouth with doubts.
"Yes, I remember everything. Why did they lie to me?" Han Enxin's eyes were a little cold, but also a little angry.
She trusted Ling Yifeng, but she didn't expect that Ling Yifeng also lied to her.
"Mom, I want to be alone for a while." Han Enxin was tired and closed her eyes.
Meng Miya and Luo Xuan left the room wisely. It is said that this room was prepared for Han Enxin by Meng Miya just after she became queen. Han Lengqian also had a room.
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Why? Why are you doing this to me? Ling Yifeng, I believe you so much, but you actually lied to me.
Brother, do you really think that instilling a new memory will be fine? I have been fighting for Darkwing for more than ten years, do you just want me to forget it so selfishly?
Xiao Xi, aren't we best friends? Why did you hide it from me? Didn't you tell me? Why did you tell me that Ling Yifeng was my fiancé? Why did you lie to me that my father was dead?
My father should be living a good life with that impostor now.
Ha, it turns out you are all lying to me.
Why didn't you tell me that Jin Shengxi was dead? Why didn't you tell me? Do you know how uncomfortable I felt when I heard Sato Sakura sing that song? But you would rather just watch me feel uncomfortable than tell me the truth.
I feel like a clown, really, being fooled around by you.
When you see the innocent Han Enxin, don't you think of me before? I'm obviously not like that. After more than ten years, I have long been accustomed to indifference.
Sorry, I can't understand you.
Really, I can't understand it.
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4. The day before graduation, he watched her at the same table writing papers while wearing headphones. He wanted to confess to her but was too embarrassed to speak. Finally, he tentatively called her name, but she didn’t react at all and kept writing.
He was writing the paper, so he whispered everything he wanted to say to her; after the bell rang, he left his seat, and she at the same table let go of the pause button and burst into tears.
