Leng Lintian lowered his long eyelashes and looked at the golden embossed framed mirror opposite, which reflected his slumped sitting posture and the woman standing behind the sofa washing his hair.
She also thoughtfully hung a towel around his neck.
His sleeves were pushed up high, revealing his white wrists, and the bandage on the injured area was soaked in water.
"Is it strong enough? If it's too soft, tell me."
How could he let her go?
There was another long silence.
Her technique is skillful and her grip is comfortable and lazy...
If there is sunshine, drinking a cup of scented tea in the backyard full of flowers, will such days come to an end and be happy?
Leng Lintian's eyelashes couldn't help but slowly closed, and for the first time he looked forward to the future.
It turns out that the taste of happiness is so attractive...
It makes people addicted and unable to extricate themselves.
It turns out that the happiness he wants is so simple!
Jing Jiaren helped him hold it, massaging his forehead and pressing his temples from time to time to make him more comfortable.
Seeing his relaxed nerves, she felt a sense of satisfaction.
"Son, if you are sleepy, it's okay to fall asleep."
Leng Lintian frowned, with an inexplicable emotion surging in his heart: "Jing Jiaren!"
"What's wrong with calling mom?"
"...If you want to be my relative, it won't last forever."
Why do you want to seduce him like this and make him so greedy for the taste of happiness?
Jing Jiaren paused slightly and gestured: "Then I will find the real Miss Jane for you... I promise you, I owe you a relative. I owe you the warmth of a family."
"You go to hell to find her?"
"I have a hunch that she's not dead—"
The rich bubbles wet all of Leng Lintian's hair. She grabbed his hair, combed it back with her fingers, revealing his smooth and handsome forehead, and said matter-of-factly: "Miss Jane could not have died in "Black Sunday."
Leng Lintian's eyes were filled with darkness: "How do you know?"
"Of course I know. Have you forgotten that I played the music? I am still alive, so Miss Jane cannot die."
"Have you played it before?" Leng Lintian suddenly moved vigorously and tried to turn his head away.
A bunch of bubbles almost fell out, but Jing Jiaren held his head and said, "Don't move."
"Jing Jiaren, you said you played "Black Sunday"?"
"You watched me play...have you forgotten?"
Jing Jiaren thought for a while, and she played that piece of music in order to wake up Leng Lintian.
Thinking about it, Leng Lintian was still in a state of chaos when he first woke up, and then she fainted... How could he remember that it was her who played it?
Or in his mind, is it his hallucination?
Leng Lintian asked in a deep voice: "Are you talking about the revised version?"
"No, I am playing the original version, the one Miss JANE played before. There are still blood stains on the music score."
"..."
"At that time, you became a vegetative state and were unconscious. You only reacted when you heard this song." Jing Jiaren pressed the nozzle to add water to his hair and explained patiently, "It was probably the shadow of that scene in your childhood that had a negative impact on you.
It's so big that you can't let it go. So I played the original version at that time, hoping to stimulate your cerebral cortex... When I thought about it, I suddenly felt what a coincidence. At the beginning, I was also playing the role of Miss JANE.
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Leng Lintian's eyes have opened, and thick colors are flowing in his pupils!