Sadako was dug out from the underground coffin himself. Looking at the situation of those coffins, it has a history of at least hundreds of years.
Why is Miss Jingming who still existed ten years ago?
Is she pretending to be a dead person in front of herself, or is it really a living dead?
How to explain that bloody contract?
Or maybe, the original Sadako was replaced?
Thinking of this, her mood is getting heavier.
"Mr. Guan, I will take you to see Miss Jingming, okay?"
Yang Zimei decided to let Guan Shanyue, who had a relatively influential source of Miss Jingming in person to recognize it in person.
With Guan Shanyue's obsession with Miss Jingming, she should be able to recognize her exactly, rather than just because of the same.
"Do you know?"
Guan Shanyue's pale face appeared with a touch of joy, "Really?"
Yang Zimei nodded, "It's just a bit like, as for, do you want you to confirm."
"Okay, take me!"
Guan Shanyue can't wait.
His fingers touched the people on the scroll, and the affection in the bottom of his eyes was almost drowned.
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Yang Zimei asked Min Qinghua to send Min Gang just back, and she pushed Guan Shanyue and got on her car.
When the car returned to the house, I got out of the car. Sadako came out from the inside and stepped forward to greet: "Master, are you back?"
"Well, Sadako, help me hold my friends in the car!"
Yang Zimei made his heart.
"Yes, master!"
Sadoko drove the door of the back seat.
Guan Shanyue sitting inside saw Sadako, and the whole person was excited. Watching her pupils overflowed with thoughts and love, "Miss Jingming, is you?"
Sadako looked at Guan Shanyue lightly, and there was no emotion at the bottom of his eyes, as if he didn't know him at all.
"Sorry, you recognize the wrong person, I'm Sadako, not Miss Jingming."
Sadako's tone was alienated, "Please let me take you out!"
Guan Shanyue watched her bright face that had been lingering in her dream for ten years. The eyebrows were slightly different, but there was absolutely nothing wrong.
How could he admit her wrong?
Sadako reached out and hugged him from the back seat of the car alone.
Familiar breath, familiar movements ...
Vaguely remembered ten years ago, he fell down from a wheelchair, watching the indifferent crowd around him helplessly.
It's her!
A girl who looked soft, stretched out her hands, and took him back from the ground.
Although he couldn't walk, he was also a seven -foot man, with more than 140 pounds.
And she is at most ninety pounds. Those hands are soft and white, making people feel that even if they are embroidered, they can easily hold him.
She exudes a faint Yaxiang on her body. Even after ten years, she has been lingering between the nose and lingering, letting him get intoxicated.
In the future, the two had a short day to communicate with each other.
That day, it seemed to condense all his happiness.
He smiled at her, and everything about her was like a knife.
How could this not be her?
How could he recognize the wrong person?
Did she forget herself?
She is just a passerby who only knows one day in her life?
Thinking of this, Guan Shanyue's heart seemed to be stabbed severely by a knife on it, which was painful and painful.
He always thought that she would not forget him.
On the same day, she put the pentagram in his palm, and the black pupil looked at him with some tenderness, "This is my most precious body protection, now I will send you."