Xia Zhenai was startled, confused for a while, then looked along and found...
The first page of the notebook clearly says - [Xia Xia's journey: I'm lucky to meet you]
Xia Zhenai's eyes trembled, and her chest rose and fell.
It turned out to be Xia Xia's.
Is it the Xia Xia that Leng Haoxuan loved and died?
Then why is her notebook with her sister?
Many doubts surround Xia Zhenai's heart...
The two words "Xia Xia" were like a kind of magic. Xia Zhenai looked at it more and more intently. Through the delicate font, she seemed to see many fragmentary and confusing fragments, which passed in her mind in a flash -
Bright night sky, silver beach.
She was trotting barefoot on the beach, smiling and shouting to a man in white behind her: "Come after me, come after me...come..."
The man in white clothes in the distance kept running towards her, but Xia Zhenai couldn't see the man's face clearly.
However, this picture seems to be similar.
He was very similar to the man she had been dreaming about for more than three years.
then--
flashed again
Two mixed and ethereal voices belonging to men and women kept swirling in my mind: "Red beans are born in the south. When spring comes, a few branches will grow. I hope you will pick more. This thing is the most loved."
"What I hope most is that you can accompany me to watch the long flow of water...forever..."
Along with these confused fragments, the severe pain in Xia Zhenai's brain intensified, causing her mind to go blank. She couldn't help but fall weakly on the sofa, covering her head and muttering unconsciously.
Said: "Leng... Haoxuan... Haoxuan, save me..."
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Xia Ziqing walked out of the bathroom and saw Xia Zhenai sitting on the sofa with her back, motionless, and she looked slightly panicked.
When did Xia Zhenai come?
Xia Ziqing walked over suspiciously, "Zhenai, when did you come?"
As she spoke, she wiped her hair with a towel and walked towards her.
Xia Zhenai, however, still sat there in the same posture as before, as if she had not heard Xia Ziqing's words at all.
Xia Ziqing frowned and took a closer look, only to find that Xia Zhenai's face was pale and her hands were covering her head.
There was a glimmer of unknown meaning in her eyes, she calmed her expression, stretched out her hand, held Xia Zhenai's shoulders, and asked with concern: "Zhenai, what's wrong with you, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Only then did Xia Zhenai come to her senses in a daze, looking at Xia Ziqing's expression, which was particularly unpredictable.
Xia Ziqing was stunned, "Zhenai, you... what's wrong?"
Xia Zhenai frowned and looked at Xia Ziqing for a moment.
Xia Ziqing's expression flickered, and she turned her eyes away slightly. However, the moment she glanced at the notebook that fell to the ground, her expression stiffened slightly.
Deep in my heart, a bad premonition slowly rose up.
Seeing Xia Ziqing's expression changing while looking at the notebook, Xia Zhenai's eyes were a little confused, although she didn't mean it.
However, she still peeked, with an embarrassed expression: "Sister, I'm sorry, I saw this dropped on the ground just now, and I wanted to pick it up for you, but..."
However, she found it familiar, so she opened it and read it.
However, she did not say this sentence.
Xia Ziqing's movements stopped, she pursed her lips, walked over, picked up the notebook on the ground, and then slowly looked at Xia Zhenai, her eyes meaning unclear.
Touching Xia Ziqing's eyes, Xia Zhenai's heart trembled. There was always an inexplicable doubt lingering in her heart, which made her suffocated. She couldn't help blurting out and asked: "Sister, who am I?"