Leng Haoxuan followed and stopped, turning his head to look at Xia Zhenai suspiciously: "What's wrong?"
Xia Zhenai didn't answer, her bright eyes fell on one of the photos, and she was suddenly stunned. The people in the photo were Leng Haoxuan and Xia Xia.
Compared with the mature and charming man he is now, Leng Haoxuan in the photo looks young and affectionate, with cold and handsome eyebrows, and a slightly slanted corner of his mouth, overflowing with a bit of coquettish tenderness.
Especially those deep eyes, when you look at him, you can't help but fall into his captivating eyes.
However, when she looked at the face that looked exactly like hers in the photo, she felt a sense of déjà vu, which instantly stimulated her sensory world.
There was a dull pain in her brain, and fragmented fragments flashed through her mind in an instant.
【This child cannot be kept!】
Suddenly, she took an extremely sharp blade and stabbed her lower abdomen, causing blood to drip from her body and dye her white dress red.
She saw herself in the mirror slowly falling on a pool of blood, with blood spilling from her mouth, but she still tried her best to smile.
【You will never have children in your life!】
【You don’t deserve it!】
Blood spread on the ground and stained the silver bracelet on his wrist.
Xia Zhenai gasped vigorously, wanting to recall more.
But soon, the memory flashed past like a white light and could no longer be captured.
The scene just now was like an illusion.
However, it is real and terrifying.
Suddenly, she remembered what the doctor had said - she had actually had signs of miscarriage.
Could it be that this is the truth?
If it is true, then did she really kill her own child with a knife?
The picture flashing through my mind seemed to overlap with a certain point in my memory.
Xia Xia also lost her child in an accident...
Thinking of this, a bold idea flashed through Xia Zhenai's mind.
Xia Zhenai's forehead was covered with sweat, her chest was rising and falling violently, and her face was extremely ugly.
Leng Haoxuan thought she was ill again, so he hugged her tightly and looked at her anxiously, with a hint of worry in his tone: "Zhenai, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Xia Zhenai bit her lip, as if she was frightened by her bold idea just now, looking at Leng Haoxuan's eyes filled with disbelief, she remained silent.
Even Uncle Qin noticed Xia Zhenai's strangeness and looked at Xia Zhenai with somewhat complicated emotions: "Haoxuan, what's wrong with her?"
Without saying a word, Leng Haoxuan picked her up and strode across the corridor to the box.
Uncle Qin followed closely.
Along the way, Xia Zhenai nestled in Leng Haoxuan's arms, staring at him with a pair of bright black eyes, as if there was a bright light shining in her eyes.
If that was really the case, why didn't she have him in her previous memories?
"Zhenai, do you feel uncomfortable watching what I do?"
Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have taken her out.
If the disease really develops, the outside environment will be even more unfavorable for her and her condition.
Xia Zhenai: "..."
"Why don't you speak?"
From now on, she stopped talking, as if she was really ill.
After walking through the long corridor and walking down the stairs, Leng Haoxuan didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or because he was really tired. His steps began to slow down and he was panting slightly.
Xia Zhenai looked at this scene and felt it was particularly familiar.
Her brain seemed to be immersed in a certain memory point. She looked at Leng Haoxuan with a dazed look in her eyes, unable to tell whether it was reality or a dream. She blurted out in a daze: "Haoxuan, if I were Xia Xia, what would you do?
"Leng Haoxuan followed and stopped, turning his head to look at Xia Zhenai suspiciously: "What's wrong?"
Xia Zhenai did not answer. His bright eyes fell on one of the photos. Suddenly, he was so fascinating that the people in the photo were Leng Haoxuan and Xia Xia.
Compared with the mature charm now, Leng Haoxuan in the photo looks young and loves. The eyebrow peak is cold and cold, and the corner of the mouth of the slightly inclined mouth overflows a bit of the tenderness.
Especially those deep eyes, looking at him, then they couldn't help but fall in his ecstasy eyes.
However, when looking at the photo with the same face as herself, a similar, instantly stabbed ~ inspire her sensory world.
Her brain was faintly painful, and she swayed some fragmented fragments in an instant.
[This child can't stay!]
Suddenly, she even held a sharp blade and stabbed her lower abdomen. She was dripping in blood, and her white skirt was red.
She saw that in the mirror slowly poured on the pool of blood, and her mouth overflowed with blood, but she tried to pull up her lips and smiled.
[You will not have children in your life!]
[You are not worthy!]
The blood spreads on the ground, stained with the silver bracelet in the wrist.
Xia Zhenai pant hard and wanted to remember more.
But soon, the memory seemed like a white light, and it could no longer be captured.
The scene just now seems to be illusory.
However, it is real and terrible.
Suddenly, she remembered what the doctor had said -she had signs of miscarriage.
Is this the truth of the matter?
If it was real, did she really kill her child in person?
The picture flashed in my mind seems to overlap with some points in memory.
Xia Xia also lost his child in an accident ...
Thinking of this, Xia Zhenai's mind passed a bold idea.
Xia Zhenai's forehead was sweating, her chest was uplifting, and her face was extremely ugly.
Leng Haoxuan thought she was sick again, hugged her tightly, and looked at her anxiously.
Xia Zhenai bit her lips, and seemed to be frightened by her bold thoughts. She looked at Leng Haoxuan's eyes with unbelievable light, silent.
Even Uncle Qin found Xia Zhenai's strangeness, and looked at Xia Zhenai with a little complicated emotions: "Hao Xuan, what's wrong with?"
Leng Haoxuan hugged her without saying a word, strode through the porch, and walked to the box.
Uncle Qin followed closely.
Along the way, Xia Zhen Ai's nest was in Leng Haoxuan's arms, and a pair of dark eyes stared at him for a moment. There seemed to be a touch of light at the bottom of his eyes shining.
If that's it, why did she not have him in her previous memory?
"Zhen Ai, do you feel uncomfortable to see me doing?"
Damn, I know that I shouldn't take her out.
If the illness was really ill, the outside environment was more unfavorable for her.
Xia Zhenai: "..."
"Why not speak?"
From the beginning, she stopped talking, as if she was a real illness.
After passing through the long corridor, he stepped down the stairs. Leng Haoxuan didn't know if it was because of nervousness or really tired. The footsteps began to slow down and panted slightly.
Xia Zhenai looked at this scene, but felt particularly familiar.
Her brain seemed to be immersed in a certain memory point. Looking at Leng Haoxuan's eyes, she couldn't distinguish between reality or dreams.