The girl wakes up in a dimly lit basement. When she opened her eyes, she fell into despair again, and she was afraid of the darkness.

But it's not completely devoid of light, a warm yellow lamp is lit on the bedside table, and she's in bed, and the comfortable quilt gives her a sense of security.

She rolled over in the direction of the lamp, the iron bed creaked faintly, and her eyes fell to a couch against the wall not far from the bed.

Seeing a tall and handsome man sitting there, her muscles tensed again, she jumped up, shrunk into a ball again, pressed in the direction of the head of the bed, and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.

Chang Feng propped his elbows on his knees and propped his body forward, he knew that the way he looked at her was complicated, probably this frightened her.

Maybe he shouldn't have been in a hurry to interrogate her. Her mind was a mess, he couldn't find any valid information, he hadn't read whose heart was like this.

Wouldn't it be better for her to take it off? Wouldn't it be better tomorrow?

That's all he can hope for.

When she saw him stand up, she became even more nervous, and pulled the quilt that covered her an inch higher.

Her eyes followed him, keeping them facing him until she was sure he was just walking towards the gas stove at the other end of the basement, and then she put the quilt back on her chest.

He turned on the gas stove and the fan above it, and a faint light shining through the fan was shattered by the turning fan blades, and the shadow fell right at the end of the bed.

Chang Feng beat two eggs into the pot, turned down the heat, and then poured boiling water into the two buckets of instant noodles.

The basement was small, with no extra space, and next to the stove was a refrigerator, on which he set up a folding table between the refrigerator and the bed, on which he placed instant noodles.

The enticing aroma wafted into her nose, and she couldn't help but swallow it secretly.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had eaten. In fact, the only memory she had in her head, other than a mess of fragments that she couldn't figure out, was when she first woke up.

— the first time she remembered. In that dark house, the strange man, he gave her a bunch of unintelligible information, but he didn't tell her which one was the real her.

She tried to think back to what he had said, but when she thought about it, she felt a splitting headache.

As soon as she woke up, she thought she was in that room again, but the man in front of her ...... He didn't seem to want to embarrass her.

"Come here. He served the fried eggs on a saucer, placed them on the table, and sat down at the table waiting for her.

She hesitated, but lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Whether he would hurt her or not, she seemed to have to obey him for now.

She was wearing a short black T and shorts, her clothes were tight, her legs were thin and long, and she looked thin. She had no shoes, and standing barefoot on the cold ground made her involuntarily bend the soles of her feet.

When he took her out of the iron box, she was dressed like this, and her shoes were not available in the first place.

He walked up to her, took off his coat, draped it over her shoulders, and picked her up.

Her face was pressed against his strong arm, her hand touching his broad chest, and the ambiguous aura made her heart beat faster. And she didn't even know what his name was.

He carried her to the table before putting her down. She immediately shrunk her back again, put her feet on the bar under the stool, tugged her hands between her knees, and shrugged her shoulders.

He sat down across from her, looked at her nervous and overwhelmed look for a while, and then picked up the chopsticks and handed them to her: "Eat." ”

She opened her mouth and wanted to say "thank you", but she didn't think it was appropriate. She took the chopsticks he handed her, careful not to touch his fingers.

She lowered her head and stirred the noodles in the bowl with her chopsticks, and when she raised her eyes, she met his gaze, and he looked at her motionlessly, as if she didn't even blink her eyes.

She quickly buried her face in the noodle bowl. The noodles had been soaked for too long and were a little soft, but it didn't affect her appetite, she had been hungry for so long that her stomach was long gone.

She devoured her food, her long hair hanging down to block her, and she couldn't care if a strand hung down into the noodle soup. It wasn't until she shoved the last chopstick noodles into her mouth that she reached out and pushed her hair behind her ear.

Loose hair obscured half of her face, and when she pushed it away, she saw his eyes still fixed on her face. He pushed the bowl of untouched noodles in front of him to her.

She tried not to meet his eyes, and said softly the first words: "Aren't you hungry?"

His lips moved slightly at the hearing of her voice, almost imperceptible. He said, "Eat." ”

She stretched out her two hands and hugged the bowl of noodles against the table, moved it to almost the edge of the table before stopping, and the shame made her lower her head, and she gave it to him.

This time she slowed down a little, but she ate quickly. Maybe because of the satisfaction in her stomach, she felt much more comfortable, and she didn't have that feeling of sincere fear.

She put down the dishes and chopsticks and found that he was still looking at her. She had no choice but to keep her eyes down and look at the oil splashes floating on the surface of the noodle soup in the bowl.

He reached for her face, and he moved slowly, as if to test whether she would refuse. She flinched back slightly, then stopped again, his four fingers resting on her chin, his thumb gently wiping the remaining traces of soup from the corners of her mouth.

The roughness of his fingertips stirred up a ripple in her heart, and her heart was beating so fast that she estimated that her face was already red.

But the first thing he said after retracting his finger made her heart sink again: "Your name." ”

This question again. For another person, it is still tortured in the same way.

She couldn't hide her disappointment, and she said lightly, "I don't remember." ”

"Has anyone asked you the same question?" Chang Feng couldn't see the scene clearly, but he knew it was Lu Xiao. What the hell did he stuff into her head? He almost burned all the nerves in her skull.

She nodded timidly, and raised her head a little more: "It's not that I don't remember at all." ”

"And what do you remember?" Chang Feng asked her.

"He told me that I seem to have experienced it all. I don't know which one is the real me. ”

"For example?"

"Chen Duo. Peng Yan. Shen Yiyun. She made a list of the names in her head, like a shopping list, "Rong Yue." Annie Wang. Shu Qiaoning. Guo Yan. Cheng Ming. Lin Xiang ......"

As she pronounced the last name, she was horrified by the way he overturned the table, and instinctively jumped up and pressed her back against the wall, and he ran up to her, reaching out and tearing down the collar of her dress.

She bit her lip to keep herself from crying, she was like a helpless kitten in front of him, no matter what he did to her, she couldn't refuse. It's just that, if that's the case, why would he give her that moment of tenderness?

She wept silently for a moment, only to be surprised to find that he didn't move any more, and his hand stopped on the neckline that had been torn to the shoulder.

She followed his gaze to her left shoulder, and below her shoulder blade was a faint, finely stitched scar. In contrast, on the back of his right hand, there was an ugly scar protruding from the naked eye.

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