Tears rolled down her eyes. She thought she had forgotten all this, but no! After the high fever in the container, her memories were gone before she was six years old, but she did not forget them even a day after she was six years old!
He Lianqing's face was full of shock and heartache! He had never suffered much since he was a child. Although he knew that some people in this world always lived a life worse than death, he never thought that her childhood had such a dark history.
!
"Cat..." He Lianqing hugged the person in his arms hard, feeling her shivering, feeling her fear and pain, but he could only hold her because he didn't know what he could do.
, how can it be comforted!
"I've eaten it too... I suddenly remembered the taste, and I thought it was delicious... No wonder you called me Cat... That's right, no wonder... uh..." She suddenly turned around and lay down beside the bed to defecate.
Vomited loudly.
Although, nothing was spit out at all, because it was all bitter water...
Terrified, Helian Qing once again picked up Qian Xiaojue, who was lying beside the bed, and ran towards the bathroom in large strides.
Turning on the hot water, Qian Xiaojue lay on the sink, vomiting and washing her face. The tears on her face melted into the warm water in her palms, but she couldn't stop, she could only keep washing, and keep washing.
...melting those tears.
"Ah Qing... please get out..." She choked and slowly squatted on the ground while holding on to the sink. Helian Qing stood there stubbornly, looking at her on the ground with deep eyes, unmoved.
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"Please!" Qian Xiaojue could only say these two words firmly, but her crying voice showed her helplessness.
"I'll wait for you outside the door." Helian Qing choked with bitterness as he looked at her who didn't need him like this, and finally had no choice but to say these six words.
Then, he turned around and left, closing the door.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Qian Xiaojue covered her face and sat down on the ground, then suppressed and cried bitterly.
What makes her heartache, what makes her sick, what makes her sad, what she cannot forget, and even the nightmare, are not actually her dark and dark childhood! What is so painful? What is so unforgettable?
The pain she can't forget is the loss of Xiao Jue...it's everything that stopped suddenly under the cherry blossom tree, and it's the hatred and resentment that has not been avenged so far!
"Xiao Jue...are you blaming me? Blaming me for being immersed in my own happy life but not avenging you yet? I'm sorry...I have not forgotten you, I have never forgotten you...wait for me, I will kill you with my own hands
I will avenge Liao Yuanyuan for you! I will!"
That day, Liao Yuanyuan's dagger was inserted into Xiao Jue's heart. The blood sprayed on Liao Yuanyuan's face filled with cold resentment. The blood stained Xiao Jue's first white skirt. The blood... stung.
He lost himself, Locke and Anna's heart and all memories!
That day was their nightmare.
And she actually enjoys her own happiness, she is reluctant to give up everything she owns, she lives up to the hatred of Xiao Jue's death! She hates herself!
He Lianqing had been standing guard at the door of the bathroom. Hearing the sound of running water and the inaudible whispers inside, his brows were furrowed and his face was sinister.
He never thought that she had such a past... And how could she suddenly dream of all this? Container... Could it be that she was trafficked to Europe by human traffickers? And what kind of past does she have?
Qian Xiaojue stayed in the bathroom for as long as He Lianqing waited at the door. It wasn't until she opened the bathroom door herself that he suddenly stood up straight.