There is a face that repeats in his mind every day. That face is full of despair and pain. Every time he thinks of it, his heart will feel unspeakable pain.
The woman looked at him with a pair of desperate eyes and shouted something heartbreakingly, but he couldn't hear her. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hear what she wanted to say.
"who is she......"
The hoarse voice repeated the question.
The paintbrush in his hand was broken into two pieces because of his unknowing exertion.
He tried hard to remember everything related to this woman, but as soon as he concentrated for a moment, his brain felt like it had been exploded and the pain was severe.
There was a little hesitation and anxiety about blank memories in his eyes.
He knew very well that this woman was very important to him, but he just couldn't remember who she was.
Likewise, he couldn't remember why he was seriously injured or why he was floating on the sea.
The sound of the waves sounded one after another. He was thinking, has the woman been looking for him in the past half month? Should he go back?
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Where is he going back?
He didn't even know who he was, where he came from, where he was going back, or where he should go to find this person who had always been in his memory.
The feeling of struggling in the abyss made him a little breathless.
He looked at the woman in the painting with painful eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Tell me, who are you, tell me..."
"Xiaoran, are you really not going back to China with me?"
On the riverside in LA, Ji Ran stood quietly by the dock. In front of him was the place where they fell into the water that day.
The sea breeze by the river ruffled her messy hair at the temples, and she looked quietly at the calm river surface, with a look of sadness in her eyes.
Zhuo Ruinian stood beside her, looking at the thin cheeks and the forced smile on his face for the past few days, he felt a little distressed in his heart.
When Ji Ran heard what he said, he looked away from the river, turned to look at him, smiled and shook his head, "No, I have to wait for Ah Cheng here."
"Xiao Ran, it's been more than half a month, and the search and rescue team has searched almost the entire LA. Jun Yucheng..."
"No."
Ji Ran quickly interrupted Zhuo Ruinian's words. She didn't want to hear the fact that Ah Cheng had left from anyone.
She would rather continue to deceive herself and others like this, holding on to an extremely small hope, than let this only hope be ruined.
As long as Ah Cheng's body is not found, she firmly believes that he is still alive, and no matter when, she will be here waiting for his return.
"I know Ah Cheng is definitely not dead."
Her voice had a slight nasal sound, and she could only hold on to the forced smile these days when she avoided Jun Yucheng.
Just mentioning him brought out all her painful emotions easily.
Seeing Ji Ran's appearance, Zhuo Ruinian knew that he could say nothing more.
After protecting her for six years, he thought it was time to let her go.
He reached out and patted Ji Ran's shoulder, and said softly: "Okay, I'll go back first. If anything happens, remember to call me."
"Um."
She nodded, looking at this close friend who was like a relative in front of her with a bit of gratitude in her eyes, and a smile spread out at the corner of her mouth.