Her pupils trembled uneasily, and He Yingying swallowed dry foam, feeling that her life was over.

An Yang did not alarm the police to break into the door, probably to leave room for her and Li Mingcheng's future.

But she really had amnesia and had no idea what was going on.

Clenching her palms, He Yingying watched the door in front of her being pushed open little by little, and she suddenly understood that what she had done was what she had done, and there was no way to get out of it with a word of amnesia......

In the confined space, the windows have long been sealed with wooden strips, and even the sunlight is stingy to enter.

When He Yingying saw the scene in front of her, a shuddering feeling rushed into her spine like a shadow, making her shiver.

Where the exhaust fan was, I don't know what was broken, and there were still blood stains on the messy glass slag.

The figure of Li Mingcheng, whom she had only seen in the report, was tied to the bed in humiliation at this time, as if the bread and mineral water had been destroyed by rats, and sprinkled messily around him, looking even more embarrassed than a beast in a cage.

He Yingying opened her lips in a panic, her voice choked in her throat, so that she didn't know what to say or what to react to.

In a moment of sluggishness, the sound of a gossamer was like a whispering cello string, trembling through the air.

"Yingying, you're finally here......"

The heart lake suddenly burst into a monstrous wave, and the light and shadow in front of him changed color in a trance, and after a flash of writhing, everything changed dramatically in the blink of an eye.

A few rays of sunlight inexplicably drilled into the cramped space, and the bed disappeared strangely.

Li Mingcheng, who was originally on the bed, sat weakly against the wall, and a long chain tied his right wrist and pulled his movements.

And on the shards of glass scattered in front of him, a man in black fainted in the blood water.

Tears poured out in an instant, and He Yingying felt that the memory in her mind had dimmed into gray, and it had been washed back into a bright color.

The joy of regaining it drove her to run over.

"Mingcheng, I thought I'd never see you again."

When his arms tightly wrapped around Li Mingcheng's waist, the familiar warmth enveloped his whole body. He Yingying saw the bright time when she and Li Mingcheng laughed hand in hand in her memory.

An Yang looked at the picture in front of him, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

System: Oh no, the world is automatically fixed.

Hearing the sound transmitted by the system, Anyang sneered coldly, and the protagonist really had different treatment. Can the virus on He Yingying's body still be detected?

The system shook its head busily, and just now, in the moment when the space was distorted, I sensed that it wanted to regain control of He Yingying's body. But its power is too weak to fight.

"Yingying, I'm fine......"

Li Mingcheng raised his left hand with difficulty, clamped her tightly, and kissed the tips of her hair with his pale and chapped lips.

It's just that the pupils that should have been warm and full of deep meaning fell on An Yang's body.

Tsk, it's not me who said, he can also be an actor with his acting skills.

Hearing the fragmented thoughts of the system in his ears, the corners of An Yang's lips hooked up with a smile, and he raised his eyebrows mischievously at Li Mingcheng.

He originally wanted to use deep affection to sober He Yingying, but unfortunately it was too time-consuming, so it was better for me to do it myself. An Yang turned around and left the space to the two people in the room, but the scene changed just now, what plot did our heroine make up in her head?

The first is the latest.