In the middle of the night, I woke up in a daze with urine, got up and sat up and was stunned for a long time, before carefully removing the children's little arms and legs and getting out of bed.

Passing by the living room, I found that Sister Wang was sleeping on the sofa. It may be that she is too tired during the day and she sleeps very deeply.

I tiptoed to the bathroom to relieve myself, and sat on the toilet for a long time before I woke up.

What time is it? I don't know what time it is because there is no clock in the bathroom, but I know I'm afraid I'll never be able to sleep again.

After washing my hands, I washed my face again. As I wiped my face, I looked up and glanced at the mirror on the wall of the sink.

I was also looking at me in the mirror, and I leaned closer to the mirror to take a closer look at the subtle scars on my face, which were inconspicuous and needed to be looked very carefully to find.

Fortunately, it's not disfigured, otherwise it would be too miserable.

I breathed a sigh of relief, hung up the towel, and turned to go back to the bedroom when I suddenly realized that I was still in the mirror, unmoved.

I was stunned and stopped. I wanted to go back and see if it was my delusion, but I didn't have the courage to look back.

I was scared.

In this quiet bathroom, in this small space where I was alone, I felt inexplicable panic and fear.

What are you afraid of? I can't tell. Now, I just want to get out of this bathroom right away.

I reached for the bathroom door, forcing myself not to look back, but just as I was about to open the door, I heard a familiar voice.

The voice was broken and hoarse, and she asked me, "How are you doing?"

My heels suddenly felt like they were pinned, and I couldn't take even half a step.

A powerful force prompted me to turn back little by little and follow the prestige. When I saw the other me in the mirror, I almost passed out with fright!

Her face looks exactly like mine at first glance, but if you look at it a little later, you will find that her eyebrows are imposing.

Her clothes slowly changed as I watched, and a faint mist gradually rose around her.

Everything in the mirror is like a fantasy video playing. I was terrified, but my body was stiff and I couldn't move.

"Who are you? Am I dreaming?" I shuddered with fright.

I thought I couldn't speak, but my voice came out easily, but it was so small that it seemed to be talking to myself.

In the mirror, she is not angry and self-assured, and her aura is particularly powerful. looked at me with a serious face, and then said coldly: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is whether you know who you are?"

Has this scene ever happened? Why is it so familiar? This question is so familiar to me that I'm sure it must have happened before, and word for word.

Who am I? I'm Su Li!

I suddenly felt like I was struggling to breathe, as if the mist in the mirror was slowly suffocating me.

"Do you know who you are?" said the one in the mirror, who had no obvious expression on my face, but I really felt her rage.

"Su Li, I'm Su Li......" I could clearly feel that my throat was being choked, almost out of breath, and I was about to suffocate.

"Are you Su Li? In the mirror, she actually raised the corners of her mouth and smiled, this smile was very evil and weird. "Can you really be me?"

"Can you really be me?"

"Can you really be me?"

......

This question kept repeating itself, and it came at me one after another, mixed with a suffocating sense of oppression, and finally slapped directly on my face and body......

"Ah......h

At this moment, I was sweating profusely, trembling all over, and looking around in panic.

Was all that just a dream? I looked at the sleeping children next to me, and I was stunned. I'm sitting on the bed now, my legs still covered with the quilt.

What a nightmare!

But the situation in the dream was like a sharp knife, and it cut a bloody wound in my heart.

"Can you really be me?" was a question that kept hovering in my ears, torturing my conscience.

Could it be that I am really Su Mo? Why did Yu Zecheng insist that I was Su Mo? My mother also vaguely dodged the topic?

I touched the scar on my neck, and my thoughts drifted back to the accident that year.

It was the summer vacation of my sophomore year of college, and my adoptive mother, who had been ill, suddenly became ill and struggled to see An Xu.

I rode my bicycle around looking for An Xu, and later heard that he seemed to be fighting with someone in the back alley of the gymnasium.

When I rushed over in a hurry, Jiangnan had just parked the car and arrived there.

He got out of the car and rushed up to help An Xu, and when I threw down the bicycle and rushed over, a dagger stabbed Jiang Nan from behind.

I kicked the dagger away, but I couldn't fully dodge the other man's sharp knife. The blade cut my neck, and I was dripping with blood.

Several thugs who beat An Xu were scared and dispersed. Jiang Nan nervously came over to hug me, but I anxiously asked An Xu if he was okay.

At that time, An Xu's expression was really unforgettable to me, he looked at me with moist eyes, and went crazy to chase the gangster who cut me.

I tried to stop him, but Jiangnan hugged him and followed him only a few steps.

I was taken to the hospital and my consciousness gradually blurred, only to know that An Xu never came back, and Jiang Nan was always anxious by my side.

Was it from that time that I was destined to have nothing to do with An Xu? It was also from that time that I buried my marriage with Jiangnan.

I've always remembered this past vividly, how could I be Su Mo?

The two children were asleep on either side of me, their little arms and legs casually on top of me, and I carefully removed their little arms and legs, and then carefully got out of bed.

I walked out of the bedroom to the living room, where Sister Wang was sleeping soundly on the sofa, exactly the same as what I had dreamed just now.

I looked at the bathroom and hesitated slightly, then resolutely walked in.

I closed the door and stood in front of the sink staring at myself in the mirror, touching the scar on my neck.

I looked up at myself in the mirror and muttered, "Come out, let's talk." ”

I stare at myself in the mirror, and I am staring at me in the mirror. Just staring at each other, the minutes and seconds passed.

"Aren't you coming out, come out, let me take a good look at you, tell me what you want to do. ”