"Because I was seriously injured, the old man hired the best doctors to help me recover. During those four years, because my body was severely cold, I had to stay in a specialized rehabilitation room. I was alive, but I felt
I feel so confused that I can't remember the past, and my heart feels like it has been emptied out.
My father died in that accident, and only Fei Xiluo was still by my side. My mother committed suicide after learning the news. The old man published a global account of Xiaoshik, and handed over all the inheritance rights of the Patrick family to me while I was recovering.
And helped me arrange various high-society social evenings.
He tried to let me live a new life, stay in France forever, and even remarry a woman. I was tired of that kind of party. In the end, he forced Fei Xiluo to tell me the original thing, because when facing those women
, my heart will hurt, and I always feel that I have forgotten the most important thing."
When he said this, he paused for a moment. Seeing her crying silently and refusing to make a sound, he wiped her tears with some distress. She bit her lips tightly. He stretched out his hand to try to pry it open. She immediately felt neither light nor heavy.
bit his finger.
Meng Beichen chuckled lightly, with the slightest satisfaction, but did not move away, letting her bite him, and continued: "In the next year, I forced the attending doctor to help me do forced recall, because, since Fei Xi
From Luo's mouth, I knew that I couldn't forget you."[
He simply described the last year, that was all he had in the past five years. He kept smiling while talking, but Han Yixing felt that he could no longer calm down.
Her original plan was to just listen and smile at him no matter what he said. She wanted to pretend that she didn't care. She wanted to give him more comfort between herself and him.
However, everything about him moved her, and she could no longer calm down.
After he finished speaking, she finally pushed his hand away, buried her face in her knees and started crying loudly. Maybe she was crying about what happened to him, or maybe it was about their missed past.
In short, she cried uncontrollably and could not stop no matter how much he coaxed her. After the suicide at the beach, she was almost numb and refused to shed tears for him again.
She learned to disguise herself, and on the surface, she was still happy.