Ye Xingtong was buffered for a while, and finally determined that he was now in a state of awakening.

And the man in front of him, who seems to have schizophrenia and intermittent amnesia at the same time, is also a real An Mochen.

"Why do you ask this question?" An Mochen asked in a low voice.

"Because I care about your answers. Ye Xingtong replied.

Indeed, she cared, cared.

An Mochen didn't answer immediately.

There was silence.

For a moment, the hair in her ear was gently pinched in the palm of her hand.

The hand was slender and well-proportioned, white and flawless.

It was An Mochen's hand, undoubtedly.

She clenched her palms, but didn't dare to move.

In the next second, An Mochen's voice sounded above her head, with a faint sigh: "Because Ye Xingxing has been trying to play Ye Xingtong, although I don't want to be stupid to believe in the nonsense of rebirth and possession, but those impatient feelings in my heart make me irrational." I doubt you, but I can't help but pay attention to you. It will help you because of feelings. You understand that, right?"

"Feelings?" Ye Xingtong asked rhetorically.

"A heartless and ruthless person talking about feelings is the greatest disrespect for feelings. Ye Xingtong's face turned cold.

An Mochen frowned.

"Do I have a heart that I will not know better than you?"

Ye Xingtong didn't answer.

An Mochen said again: "You can believe it or not, but time will tell." ”

The voice landed, and silence returned to the ward.

Perhaps it was the lack of speculation that made him feel bad, and he turned and walked out of the ward.

Ye Xingtong listened to his footsteps and walked away, and when he was about to walk out of the room, he said in a low voice: "Yes, time will tell." When I waited for you in the middle of the night on my birthday, but received a photo of you and Mo Tianxin kissing sweetly, time had already slapped me hard to make me sober. It proved to me that my feelings were unrequited and that my waiting was fruitless. As for you, you're just trying to bring down my father by using my feelings. ”

An Mochen paused for a moment and turned around: "However, now your identity has changed, what do you have that I don't have, what do you have that I need to plot, what can you bring me, Ye Xingxing?"

"Or do you want to be Ye Xingtong directly?"

"It's a pity, even if you do Ye Xingtong again, it's just your own business, your father wants you and your mother to die, don't block his way, don't say that he doesn't believe in your rebirth and possession, even if you believe it, he won't admit you. Your mother is unconscious, and she can't admit you. It is already your own business that you change back to Ye Xingtong, and this name is no longer a symbol of the Ye family's eldest lady in front of outsiders, it's just that an ordinary woman just happened to collide with the deceased Ye family's eldest lady. The life that has passed away will not come back, you will continue with another life. ”

"It's like playing a game, you have to start all over again with a different ID. Do you understand, Ye Xingtong?"

An Mochen's words were fierce and seemed to be stimulated.

Ye Xingtong fell silent when he heard his words.

After a while, I don't know if he felt that his words were too sharp, so he slowed down and said meaningfully: "Changing your identity is equivalent to changing your perspective." From a new perspective, maybe you will have something new. Don't look at simple people too complicated, and don't look at complex people too simply. ”

An Mochen didn't look at her again, turned around and walked out.

Ye Xingtong looked at his distant back and fell into a long silence.