The sunlight from the summer morning sparsely sprinkled on the white quilt through the blinds, Shen Zhiyue slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were covered with a layer of soft white yarn, and everything around her was hazy and unreal.

She raised her hand and was about to pull the eye-catching white veil subconsciously, but suddenly heard a low magnetic voice sound, "Don't move, your eyes can't stand the bright light." ”

She was slightly stunned, and turned her eyes to look at the door, only to vaguely see a long, handsome figure striding towards her, she couldn't see his face clearly, but the voice was all too familiar to her, because it was the voice that constantly encouraged her, comforted her, and pulled her out of the muddy world as she went through that long and painful treatment.

Eight years later, she never imagined that one day, she would be able to listen to everything like a normal person.

People can only appreciate the preciousness of some things after they have lost them, and she has never felt that every sound in the world is so beautiful and beautiful as she is now.

Jiang Chengfeng walked to the window, lowered the curtains, and blocked the dazzling sunlight outside, and then walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.

"Close your eyes first. He said softly, then raised his hand and gently untied the white veil that covered her eyes.

"It's okay, open it slowly, don't worry. ”

Shen Zhiyue slowly opened his eyes at his suggestion, because there had been a transition from complete darkness to being able to see blurred light and shadow before, so it was not very difficult to adapt to the light at this moment.

When her eyes were fully opened, she was greeted by an extremely handsome face, which made her sigh that God had really treated this man too well, and even gave him an excellent face that even a woman would be jealous of.

He has a pair of obsidian-like deep and charming eyes, the high bridge of his nose and the sexy thin lips are delicate as carving, and there is a natural noble temperament on his body, but it also has a faint sense of alienation, which makes people dare not approach lightly.

While she looked at him, his gaze was fixed on her for a moment.

Realizing this, Shen Zhiyue's face changed, she turned her head, and her hand involuntarily stroked her cheek, and the ugly brand seemed to be burned on her heart, making her heart ache deeply.

It turns out that he is also a layman, and he will care about the beauty and ugliness of his appearance, he will have low self-esteem, he will be sad, and of course he will be resentful.

Yan Yishan, she didn't offend that woman, why did she treat her so cruelly?

Is it because of Du Zixuan? If that's the case, then she really has to thank that man for giving her such a big gift, she must find a way to get them back.

There is also Bi Qiao, she thinks that she has no place to be sorry for her, and her mother has never been mean to her mother and daughter, but they are good, one is viciously cursing her mother until death, and the other is deliberately trying to put her to death, such an ungrateful person is not worthy of sympathy at all, nor is she worthy of being the daughter of the Shen family, if she has the opportunity to see her again, she will no longer care about the ridiculous sisterhood, and she is bound to give the girl a little color.

"Actually, you don't have to worry too much about the scars on your face, people who really care about you won't change their minds because of that. He took her hand away, and let the ugly brand be exposed to him again.

"Young Marshal ......"

She couldn't help but speak, in fact, she didn't know his identity very well at the moment, but when she was recuperating, she vaguely heard others call him that.

"Cheng Feng. He spit out two words lightly, frowning slightly, indicating that he was very dissatisfied with the "young marshal" she had just said.

"Young marshal, I'm ......" She is a very traditional woman, and she is really not used to calling a man by his first name.

"If you feel uncomfortable, then call me Brother Jiang. Jiang Chengfeng sighed silently in her heart, since she was sober, she seemed to have changed as a person, no longer pestering him every day, becoming taciturn, sometimes not saying a word all day, maybe this is her nature.

Also, it is not surprising that living in such an environment for a long time has developed such a withdrawn character.

Shen Zhiyue was silent for a long time, looked at him carefully, and couldn't help but ask tentatively, "Where have we met before?" She always felt that his attitude towards her was very strange, obviously a very indifferent person, but he always showed an inexplicable concern for her.

Jiang Chengfeng's eyes deepened, and he didn't answer and asked, "You really don't remember anything?"

Shen Zhiyue looked at him in a daze, and after trying to recall to no avail, he still shook his head at him.

"And what about this?" he took out a night pearl from his bosom that made her look very familiar, took her hand, and placed the priceless pearl in her palm.

"This is my thing. Shen Zhiyue blurted out without thinking.

Jiang Chengfeng was noncommittal, and took off the string of sandalwood beads on his left wrist and put it into her hand.

"This ...... Are you ......" Shen Zhiyue looked at the thing in his hand, then at him, and finally connected him with the person in his memory.

"You're the big brother who helped me get back to the Night Pearl when I was a kid?"