Aunt Qian, Xi Niang and Cheng Li all surrounded her, asking with concern: "Are you okay?"
Cheng Li's eyes were particularly worried.
Yun Qiao: "I..."
"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Cheng Li asked, "You suddenly called me, and I thought something was wrong. Who knew you were so weak..."
Yun Qiao: "..."
Aunt Qian and Xi Niang concluded that the girl might have fainted because she didn't sleep well last night and ate a relatively vegetarian diet today.
"... Last time I calmed down, I said that chocolate can refresh you." Aunt Qian remembered this, "Ali, go to the kitchen and ask for a cup of rock sugar bird's nest and a piece of chocolate."
Good riddance to Cheng Li.
He went quickly.
When Yun Qiao drank the bird's nest with rock sugar, most of the restlessness and lack of energy she felt had disappeared.
Cheng Li went out to do some work, with only Xi Niang and Aunt Qian accompanying her. While Yun Qiao was drinking bird's nest, a picture involuntarily floated in her mind.
When she returned to Yancheng from Hong Kong, the cruise ship was attacked.
What she remembered was that she was walking back, hearing footsteps, and when she turned back, she was pushed into the cabin and then humiliated; but she was still a virgin, and this humiliation was an illusion.
Now her memory is of hearing footsteps on the deserted deck in the dark night.
She turned around and saw the young man.
The man wore a milky white gown and had green temples. The light stretched his shadow very long. When he looked at Yun Qiao, Yun Qiao was slightly stunned.
It seemed like it was the first time she saw such a beautiful man, and she felt a little timid for no reason.
She has never been shy, but at that moment, she seemed a little at a loss.
He is Xi Lanting.
He looked at her and was silent for a long time: "Who are you?"
"Me?" Yun Qiao was deeply confused, but she answered him truthfully, "My name is Yun Qiao."
"I know, I've met you before." He said lightly, "You grew up next to Xiao Ying."
Yun Qiao: "..."
Then what the hell are you asking?
After a long silence, Xi Lanting took out a cigarette and politely asked Yun Qiao: "Do you want it?"
Yun Qiao shook his head: "No."
He lit one himself.
He always spoke very little, but Yun Qiao always felt that his mind was racing at the moment, and he was not as calm as he seemed.
After taking two puffs of cigarette, he suddenly said: "I may be... lonely for too long. I also want fakes. How about following me from now on?"
Yun Qiao: "..."
He threw the cigarette into the sea, slowly approached, and raised her chin.
Yun Qiao's hand firmly held the railing behind her back and did not move, but she was so nervous that her mind went blank. She just looked at him steadily and did not refuse.
There was a touch of light gold on the tips of Xi Lanting's fingers.
He put his fingers close to her eyebrows, and the light golden color slowly sank in, and she felt a biting coldness for a while.
Only then did Yun Qiao remember to refuse and pushed him hard.
Incomprehensible people, unknown words, and such strange actions for no reason...
At this moment, Xi Lanting's face suddenly changed.
He pinched her face hard, as if in disbelief: "You...impossible, the Endless Flower cannot be regenerated after it is destroyed..."
Yun Qiao's last memory was of his shocked and panicked face.
Having known him for more than two years, Yun Qiao had never seen such shock on his face.
He knew everything well, except for Yun Qiao, he seemed to have misjudged it.
What he meant was that he had always known Yun Qiao, and he had always thought that Yun Qiao was a fake and didn't take it to heart; but suddenly the golden light from his fingertips entered the center of her eyebrows, and he realized that she was real.
What is it really?
What is a fake?
His finger poked her forehead again.
As a result, Yun Qiao had the illusion she was most afraid of, which was that she thought she had been violated by Xu Yinjie.
The culprit is the person she is about to marry.
Endless flowers…
"Endless flowers are born with the punishment of heaven, and they will not end well. The flowers bloom and fade, and the time is short."
No one had told her, but this was what was floating in her mind.