I don't know how long it took, but her mind gradually became enlightened, and then she remembered that she and the two sisters from Duanmu's family met in a coffee shop. The waiter accidentally soiled her skirt, and Duanmu Xueying and her went to the bathroom to clean it...
Her thoughts stagnated. She saw a woman who looked exactly like her in the bathroom. Her dress and makeup were the same as hers. She was surprised. Then her neck hurt and she fainted.
She opened her mouth, and with a sudden sound, her eyes opened, and she suddenly struggled out of bed.
Hey, she screamed just now, can she speak?
She looked around and found that she was lying on the bed in her own home. But, no, the smell was wrong. Although the rooms were exactly the same, even the murals on the walls were very similar. No, she repainted the paintings on the walls.
The color is only half painted, but everything here is the same as the new one.
"Honey...where are you?" She tried it, but she didn't expect that she could really speak. Was she dreaming? She reached out and touched her throat in surprise. She had been mute for two years. She thought she would be able to speak again.
She couldn't speak anymore. She reached out and poked the back of her hand in disbelief. It hurt. She was not dreaming. She could really speak.
Xiahou Xiyue jumped out of bed in surprise. She didn't even put on her shoes. She almost jumped and ran out, shouting loudly: "Husband, I can speak now, where are you? Husband..."
She pushed open the door and ran to the study along the familiar yet strange corridor. She wanted to tell him immediately that she could finally speak.
She came to the study room, pushed open the door, and the sun shone in from the window. She saw a tall and strong figure standing in front of the bookshelf facing her. Without thinking, she immediately ran over and hugged his waist with her back, joyfully
He said incomparably: "Husband, I can speak now. I no longer need to use sign language or use pen and paper to communicate with others. Husband... eh
..." The palms attached to his body tightened, but they felt cold. Something was wrong. Duanmu Xiu's body had already returned to normal human body temperature, and his smell was wrong. Xiahou Xiyue's face suddenly turned pale, and she quickly
He let go of his hand and stepped away, looking at him with a bit of horror, gasping for breath and asked: "You are not my husband, who are you?"
The man turned around slowly. He was very cold. Even the warm sunlight shining on him gave people the illusion that it was cold light.
His face was very handsome, the combination of his facial features was impeccable, and his figure was more standard than any model she had ever seen, but his eyes were red, and his body was like a dead person, without warmth, which made him
People are horrified.
"Who are you?" Xiahou Xiyue couldn't help but take two steps back. He was as cold as an emotionless beast, which made her feel inexplicably oppressed.
The man's eyes moved to her feet, he frowned slightly and said, "If you don't wear shoes, you will catch a cold." His voice was deep and deep, like mellow wine.
"You don't care whether I'm wearing shoes or not, answer me, who are you and why are you in my house?" Xiahou Xiyue curled her toes and raised the decibel level of her voice with some annoyance.
"My name is Rocks." Rocks said, walking towards her, suddenly stretched out his hands and picked her up in the air.
