She lowered his hand and got up.

Fingertips, little by little, slid over his face, his frowning brows, his high nose, his thin lips.

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Before she knew it, she hung her head slightly, her lips instead of her fingertips, and kissed his cold lips.

Southern Desert ......

She silently said in her heart, you must be good.

The urging sounded outside the door again, and she quickly got up and wiped the tears from her face.

While helping him put his hand in the quilt, tucked the corner of the quilt, looked at him reluctantly, and slowly walked out of the door.

The moment the door closed, the man lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

In the dark and deep pupils, a crystal tear flowed from the corner of his eye.

On his handsome face, his cheeks turned red a little, and the veins on his forehead bulged, and the man's eyes were fixed on the ceiling, as if he wanted to make a hole in the ceiling.

Put your hand on the bed and clench your fist tightly.

Because of excessive blood loss, his body was a little weak and weak, but his heart was surging like a stormy wave.

From the first time I saw Xia Xiaonuan, to her strange reactions later, came to mind.

Countless times, he doubted and wondered...... It's just that he dreamed, and he wouldn't have thought that she would be Qiqi.

Qiqi's body, at the moment when the plane disappeared, had disappeared, and when she woke up, she became Xia Xiaonuan of the same name and sex as her.

How is this possible?

In this world, is there really such a thing as time travel?

But...... What she said just now, every detail she said, was so familiar.

In the palm of her hand, she seemed to be able to vaguely feel the marks of her fingertips.

Even in the air, there was still the breath of her body.

Liang Shaochen closed his eyes, isn't this qiē dreaming?

He thought of Xia Xiaonuan's gaffe when she saw her, when the whole world couldn't find him, only she could find him in the church, and when the knife slashed up, she rushed up desperately;

Thinking of that time in the hotel, she said to him, do you know a man named Nan Mo;

Thinking of the night at Mrs. Smeth's house, when he persuaded her to reconcile with Nangong Yaoling, she suddenly lost control of her love;

Thinking of her reminding him again and again that there are many similar people in this world, his boredom and cold words;

Thinking of the heart-shaped apple she peeled for him in the hospital, he coldly pushed it away, saying that he only liked to eat Qiqi things;

thought that in the café, he pushed her down for Jiang Xue's sake and scolded her for being a vicious woman;

Thinking of being in the mall, he said to her viciously, our affairs don't need you as an outsider to interfere;

How many times...... She was silently hinting to him that she was the only one who was Qiqi...... However, he pushed her away mercilessly every time.

Like that again and again, her heart must be dripping blood every time!

However, he was so indifferent, but he believed Jiang Xue's nonsense and those false appearances in a daze.

His favorite Qiqi, the most distressed Qiqi, he actually made her bruises all over her body with his own hands......

The pure white sheets, little by little, crumpled in the palm of the hand.

He suddenly felt that the bed under him had become infinitely large, so big that there was no fulcrum in the whole world that could support the guilt and despair in his heart.

"Nan Mo, I once thought that as long as you are happy, as long as you and Jiang Xue can feel happy and satisfied together, even if we don't recognize each other again for the rest of our lives, I am willing to ......"