I thought before that she was not Xiao Jue anyway, because everything was different except for her appearance, but when I saw the real Qian Xiao Jin, she was just like Anna, and I was confused. There was always one thing. If Xiao Jue grew up, he should be like this.
The illusion of appearance...
"Let's eat!" Qian Xiaojin seemed to have had enough crying, and sat down again, picked up the bowl and fed it to Qian Xiaojiu.
Qian Xiaojiu opened her mouth to eat. After finishing the bowl of porridge, Qian Xiaojin asked her, "Do you want more?"
Qian Xiaojiu was really hungry, so she nodded.
Qian Xiaojin made a sound, then turned around and poured another bowl for Qian Xiaojiu. After finishing another bowl of Qian Xiaoji, he stood up and said, "I'll go wipe your body."
"Let's talk?" Qian Xiaojiu said suddenly.
Qian Xiaojin looked down at her, a little confused as to why she suddenly wanted to talk to him?
Qian Xiaojiu sighed and explained: "I have some questions to ask you. Of course, you can choose not to answer them."
Qian Xiaojin didn't sit down, but she didn't walk away immediately, so Qian Xiaojiu opened her mouth and asked: "Are you... are you Xiaojue's sister?"
In fact, she didn't care about this question at first, at least when Qian Xiaojin came out of Ruiande, but now, she is a little curious.
Qian Xiaojin looked a little confused, looked down at Qian Xiaojiu and sighed: "Of course... it's a lie."
No... I couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or some other emotion. Qian Xiaojiu asked anxiously: "Then who are you? Why are you so similar to Xiao Jue?"
Qian Xiaojin did not hide it as Qian Xiaojiu thought, maybe to give her an explanation that he had deceived her, so instead he said calmly: "I am an orphan, and like those shadows, I am the boss's tool."
"It's just that I'm different from those shadows. I didn't receive training. I just stayed in a castle in Germany and received various cultural and artistic studies. He would go there four or five times a year. I was waiting for him there.
, guarding him... all the year round, until a few years ago he let me look for my own life... my own life. My life has always been about him. You guessed it right, I love him, but he doesn't.
Know."
Qian Xiaojin's eyes were filled with deep sadness and loneliness. There was no resentment, but only a deep, humble love that had not been exposed to the light.
He looked at the white ceiling, sighed deeply, lowered his head and looked at Qian Xiaojiu again, with a desolate smile: "The person he loves is you. The first time I saw you, I knew that he loved you.
My gentleness is different from others because I look like you."
Qian Xiaojiu was shocked and unbelievable. She opened her eyes slightly and looked at Qian Xiaojin.
"No...that's not love..."
This was not the first time she heard that the person Ye Feihan loved was herself. Ye Feihan said it once personally, and this time it was Qian Xiaojin!
She clearly loves Ye Feihan deeply, but she can still say so calmly that the person Ye Feihan loves is her, Qian Xiaojiu! How ridiculous? Will she believe it? No!
Qian Xiaojin suddenly became angry, clasping Qian Xiaojiu's arm with both hands, lowering his head and saying harshly: "That's right! Although you don't accept his love, you can't deny that that's the way he loves you! You can't deny it!
! Even if it is destruction..."
Even if it is destruction, is it still love?
Qian Xiaojiu instinctively wanted to shake her head and deny it. She couldn't admit it, couldn't believe it, so what if it was true? What she wanted was not destruction but faith!