At the thought of this possibility, Nangong Qing's mind could no longer calm down.
There are people who look alike in the world, but there is absolutely no way that I am so similar to the girl in the photo, unless the two are related by blood and are twins. Only this possibility can explain everything.
"I must ask my grandfather about this matter. But if I really have such a sister, why has my father never mentioned it to me?" All kinds of questions poured out of Nangong Qing's mind.
In more than 20 years, except for one time when my grandfather accidentally let it slip, I had never heard of having a sister. But the girl in today's photo made Nangong Qing begin to believe this fact.
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Looking at the girl in the photo who looks almost like him when she frowns and smiles, Nangong Qing didn't feel much joy, and whispered with a little sadness in her eyes.
"It turns out that the reason why he saved me was entirely because we trust each other. What's funny is that I thought it was the so-called love at first sight." At this time, Nangong Qing'yin had no trace in her heart and she initially followed Ye Huang back to the villa.
Of excitement and excitement, some are just lonely.
I had fantasized about it for so many days, but in the end everything was just an illusory dream.
Although he was unwilling to admit this, Nangong Qing'yin still understood in his heart that he was just a substitute for the girl in front of him, and when Ye Huang looked at him, he didn't see himself, he just saw him dying.
Just his wife.
Looking at the word wind chime written on the frame, Nangong Qing knew the name of the girl who had passed away in front of him.
"Wind Chime, what a nice name. Sister, if you were really my sister, you didn't expect that one day we would fall in love with the same man, right? And your sister also became your substitute."
Sighing, Nangong Qing took a look at the photo and finally turned over to sleep. But when she turned over, she found that Emperor Ye was standing in front of the bed looking at her with a sad face.
"You...you heard me?" Nangong Qing'yin, who was on the bed, was startled when he saw Ye Huang suddenly standing in front of him. Then he realized that what he just said might have been heard by the other party. When he thought
When the other party heard her saying that she fell in love with him, a blush appeared on her pretty face.
Regarding Nangong Qing's words, Ye Huang did not answer directly. Instead, he glanced at the photo of the wind chimes he placed in front of the table and then lowered his head and said to Nangong Qing's words.
"Wind Chime is your sister, right?"
"I - I don't know, I just have suspicions." Seeing Ye Huang looking directly at him, Nangong Qing couldn't help but panicked.
"Yeah?"
"Well! I'm not sure, because my family has never mentioned that I have a sister since I can remember, so I'm not sure. But I think this possibility is actually very high. How about you tomorrow?
Let’s ask when you take me back?”
"Okay, I also believe that if there was no blood relationship in this world, two people would not look so similar. I'm sorry, I scared you just now." With a smile, Ye Huang looked at Nangong Qing who was lying on the bed.
'Yin' said.
"Nothing, actually I also want to find out whether I have a sister."
"Well, that's it. This is the black-bone chicken soup. You should drink it. It will be good for your recovery." Nodding, Ye Huang brought the black-bone chicken soup that he had stewed in the kitchen to the table and put it down. He said to Nangong Qing.
Chant.
"Thank you." Nangong Qing said softly with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes as he stared at Ye Huang.
At this time, she no longer knew how to define herself and the man in front of her who had only met twice but seemed to have known her for a lifetime.
Brother-in-law? Or a stranger?
"It's nothing. You are sick, so you should drink it quickly." With a smile on his lips, Ye Huang helped Nangong Qingyin stand up and handed the bowl to her.
Nangong Qing'yin, who sat up, obediently picked up the black-bone chicken soup handed over by Ye Huang, drank it one mouthful at a time, wiped her mouth lightly at the end, and handed the bowl back to Ye Huang, but when she turned around to look at Ye Huang
However, he found that the latter was already stunned, looking at him with a pair of black eyes full of tenderness, as if he was about to melt away, with a faint smile on the corners of his lips, full of tenderness.
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"He thinks of me as another person..." Seeing Ye Huang like this, Nangong Qing'yin was a little happy at first, but after a while she realized that the man in front of her might have thought of herself as a photo again.
The sister in the middle felt a sense of sadness.
At this moment, Ye Huang, who was in a trance, finally came to his senses. After saying sorry, he took the bowl from the latter's hand and helped Nangong Qing'yin lie down again and tidy up the quilt before standing up and holding the bowl.
He walked out, leaving behind a lonely figure for Nangong Qing to groan on the bed.
As if he couldn't bear this kind of depression, just when Ye Huang was about to step out of the room, Nangong Qing'yin finally plucked up the courage to ask again.
"Am I really like her? In your mind, am I just her substitute, and you saved me just because I look like her? Tell me!"
Although Nangong Qing's voice was not loud, every word was full of the meaning of seeking solutions, as if he must ask Ye Huang to tell him an answer.
Nangong Qing'yin doesn't like this feeling, the feeling of being a substitute. Even if the girl in the photo is really his sister, he doesn't like that he can only be a substitute for a deceased person.
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After asking this question, Nangong Qing's whole body's strength was instantly drained. She wanted to know a definite answer, but at the same time she was afraid that the answer would disappoint her.
After she finished speaking, she lay there helplessly and looked at Ye Huang, with tears flashing in her beautiful eyes as if she was about to cry.
Nangong Qingyin has always chosen to show her strong side to the world. Even though she is a weak woman supporting the entire Nangong family, she has never shown a trace of exhaustion in front of the world, let alone now.
Such a tearful cry.
But facing the man in front of her, she couldn't maintain her usual strong posture. Her weakness and helplessness were seen by the other man, as if she was destined to be the same person. Who was she and him in this vast road of life?
We met at an unexpected point of convergence.
There is no joy like meeting someone you meet among millions of people as described in Zhang Ailing's novels, but only an inexplicable sadness.
What he hurt was that he became a substitute, but what he hurt was that his lover would never come back.
She and he were not supposed to meet in the first place, but they finally did.
