This is her biological sister. Seeing her hand burnt and seeing her bleeding made her feel very distressed. People are like this. I don’t know why, even if I don’t have any feelings at all now, I can’t ignore it when I think of blood relationship.
She will regain her memory one day.
"Go away, go away, I don't want you to touch me, don't touch me." Zhang Jingyou stood up, ignoring the blood dripping on her eyelashes and the pain of the wound, and pushed Cheng Ningyou hard.
Cheng Ningyou hurriedly stretched out her hand to find something to stabilize her body, and instinctively covered her lower abdomen with one hand.
Staring in fear, she couldn't fall, no.
'This is the child's heart, their heart is beating.'
'I saw their little hands and feet.'
Just for a moment, she shed tears, and suddenly she was very afraid that she would fall down, and the two little lives in her belly would be lost like this.
"Pei..." She opened her mouth and was about to call Pei Mochen's name, but he happened to support her behind her.
She breathed a sigh of relief, tears rolled down her face, and said to Pei Mochen, "Thank you."
At that moment, she was suddenly afraid of losing. She was afraid of losing the two children in her belly. They had been in her belly for more than three months.
No matter what situation she is in, she has habitually put her hands across her belly to comfort them. Even now when she sleeps, her hands are gently placed on her belly.
They came because of an accident, and she couldn't let them disappear because of an accident.
Pei Mochen thought Cheng Ningyou was crying because Zhang Jingyou was afraid of getting sick, so he held her tightly in his arms and patted her back gently with his palms.
"Don't be afraid, don't cry."
Cheng Ning buried her head in Pei Moden's arms and took a deep breath, smelling the delicious perfume on his body.
Zhang Jingyou was like crazy. She threw away everything she could throw, and her long hair was messy as if she had walked in a strong wind.
The wound on his forehead was still bleeding.
Cheng Ning suddenly got out of Pei Mochen's arms, "Pei Mochen, help me comfort her, she is injured."
She knew that only Pei Mochen could make her quiet and stay still.
Seeing her bleeding, she felt guilty, that was her sister, she couldn't ignore it, she told herself this over and over in her heart.
Pei Mochen lowered his head and kissed Cheng Ningyou on the forehead, and whispered comforting words, "Go back to your room and wait..."
Before he could finish his words, Zhang Jingyou suddenly rushed to him and hugged his waist, crying desperately, rubbing his forehead with blood on his white shirt.
Cheng Ningyou looked at Zhang Jingyou who was lying on Pei Mochen's back and trembling. Her forehead was still bleeding and her hair was stuck to her face, hiding there like a frightened kitten.
She slowly raised her hand, trying to help her straighten her hair. This was her sister, and she should take good care of her.
"Go away, don't touch me." Zhang Jingyou raised her hand and blocked Cheng Ningyou's hand. She didn't want the man who killed her parents to touch her.
Suddenly, she let go of Pei Mochen and looked at the broken plates and vegetables scattered on the floor. She squatted down in panic to pick them up.
Cheng Ning was worried that she would cut her hand and wanted to stop "No..."
Pei Mochen pulled her and said, "Go wait for me in the room and leave it to me."
Cheng Ningyou looked at Zhang Jingyou who was squatting on the ground picking up plates, and was still a little worried. Looking at her red hands, she was worried that she might accidentally cut her again.
