"Ajiu... I'm sorry... Ajiu... I didn't know... things would develop to this point..."
Qian Xiaojiu didn't speak, Qian Xiaojue continued to cry: "I'm sorry, I forgot everything, I actually forgot everything... After I woke up from injury, I asked him to help me forget everything, I can't forget you at that time
The face of despair... I felt the pain and realized that it was not just a show... I didn't want you to be in despair and grief, but it was too late... Ah Jiu, I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I made the wrong choice... I'm sorry...
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Qian Xiaojiu listened to Qian Xiaojue's confession and crying. During the three and a half years when she lost her memory, she worked as 'Qian Xiaojue' for three years. Because of her deep love and unforgettable love, she kept hanging it on her neck.
Her name, but she really hates it now... She hates why she had to give so much sincerity, and why she fell into this conspiracy and never knew it!?
He also hated Liao Yuanyuan wrongly. Although she was probably one of the participants in the conspiracy, she was not guilty enough to die.
This initial grudge and hatred, the ten-year-long hatred in my heart, turned out to be just a conspiracy... How ridiculous?
Secretly wiping away the tears on her face, Qian Xiaojiu expressed her determination in a muffled voice without raising her head in He Lianqing's arms: "The Xiao Jue in my heart has already died.
After that conspiracy and her death under that cherry blossom tree, I would like to remember all her previous appearances forever...and you are not worthy!"
The Xiao Jue who chose to help Ye Feihan plot against her, the Xiao Jue who survived and chose to forget everything instead of coming to explain everything to Dumpling... She is no longer worthy of being the friend in her heart who is still alive even though she has passed away.
, no longer worthy.
He Lianqing picked up Qian Xiaojiu and turned away without saying a word. He knew that she probably had no strength at this moment. This cruel reality was thousands of times more severe than Jenny's knife. Ling Chi's,
It's her heart.
He Lianqing kept holding Qian Xiaojiu and never let her stand or sit by herself. If his embrace could make her feel better, he would be willing to keep holding her like this.
"Ajiu, have you realized the reality?" Anthony asked Qian Xiaojiu with an indifferent expression after following him.
Qian Xiaojiu nodded and raised her red eyes that had stopped crying. Although it was a cruel reality, she had already expected it, so she would not let herself indulge in it anymore.
She clearly recounted the results of her painful combing: "Ye Feihan, he went to the orphanage, whether he got close to Xiaojue or Liao Yuanyuan, or even created that accident scene that made me crazy and fall into hatred and despair.
It is enough to prove that his target is me. Introduce me to West Africa, fill my heart with hatred, and let me live a dark life. This was his purpose back then... But why he did this may be related to the lost six-year-old
Is this related to previous memories...?"
"Your mind is quite clear." Anthony held his arms and sighed deeply, looked at Qian Xiaojiu and asked: "So, can you still bear it now? Maybe the truth will be more cruel."
"Tomorrow!" He Lianqing picked up Qian Xiaojiu, held her little head in his arms, and looked down at her who had become haggard in his arms. He suddenly said coldly and distressedly.