“…… Thank you. Mochi thanked him hoarsely.

Jiang Ran on the side rubbed his eyes, and once again confirmed that the woman in front of him was obviously the woman who was taken away by Jiang Rin last night, and even she couldn't figure it out a little all of a sudden, could it be that she was also the person who was placed next to Jiang Rin?

"No, I just can't let you two die so easily." Lan Qing tucked the hair hanging from her ears, and her tone was cold and impersonal.

"I'm sorry, but can I ask who you are?" Jiang Ran asked.

"Identity?" Lan Qing tilted her head, a smile rose at the corner of her mouth, and slowly said three words, "Mrs. Jiang." ”

After saying that, Lan Qing turned around, quickly blended into the crowd on the street, and disappeared without a trace.

Mo Qi frowned, no one in the organization had ever told him, and they had also sent women to lurk beside Jiang Rin, let alone such a powerful person.

"Mrs. Jiang......?" Jiang Ran muttered, she didn't know that Jiang Rin had ever been married.

What's more, everyone knew that Jiang Rin obviously had a dead lover, for this reason, Jiang Ran also investigated, and heard that it was a suicide on the railroad tracks in M City, but she couldn't find out the more detailed identity, as if Jiang Rin had imagined a lover, except for him, no one remembered that there was such a woman.

Could it be that she reappeared ten years later?

[Host, I didn't mean to come out, but you just -] The system was also dumbfounded.

This isn't something that ordinary human hosts can do, is it?

Jumped down from a high-rise building with the male and female protagonists, unscathed, is she she also a system? Or a god? It's not human anymore, is it?

"What happened just now?" Lan Qing smiled slightly, "It's just saving people, when they die, you're the most difficult thing to do, right?" ”

【…… (Weak) Well, you're right. 】

"Since it's a grasshopper tied to a rope, you don't have to say a word."

Although ......the system still wanted to ask something, its intuition told it that even if it asked, Lan Qing would not answer.

"Speaking of which, he has to go back, otherwise it will be bad if he doesn't see anyone." Lan Qing read silently, and in the blink of an eye, she returned from the street where the entertainment city was located to the villa where Jiang Rin lived.

System: [(Shocked to the point of being speechless)]

There were signs that no one had come in the villa since the morning, and Lan Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

She took off her shoes, there was no second pair of slippers at home, she stepped barefoot on the cold ground, speaking of which, she paid attention to the hero's movements today, so she hadn't taken a good look at this villa.

Lan Qing touched the cold wall and muttered unconsciously, "How long have you lived here...... Ten years, or eight years? ”

Lan Qing wandered around the house all the way, there were many rooms in the villa, most of them were idle and dusty rooms, the room where Lan Qing woke up and slept this morning was not his usual resting place, it was the guest room that was specially cleaned up yesterday.

Going up to the second floor, Lan Qing saw the room at a glance, and it was obvious that there were no beds in the other rooms, and there was only this room on the second floor.

Lan Qing tried to open the door, but the door was accidentally locked.

"Hmm......" Lan Qing was distressed for a second, and the next second, she unscrewed the doorknob.

At the end of the day, these things can't stop her.

After unlocking, Lan Qing walked into the room, the room was covered with heavy curtains, impermeable, obviously the sun was sunny outside, but it was so dark inside that it was almost impossible to see the surroundings.

Lan Qing fumbled and turned on the light, everything revealed in front of her made her feel a shock from the bottom of her heart for a moment, she took a step back slightly, bent down and picked up the paper that she accidentally stepped on her feet, this is a painting paper, the paper depicts a woman, who is three or four points similar to her, smiling brightly like a flower.

The sketch is scribbled, but the portrait of the woman is full of effort, every corner is retouched many times, as if trying to correct it.

"He shouldn't be able to remember." Lan Qing frowned, not knowing whether to say sad or happy.

History will correct her existence, and it is her own last choice.

So no one around him will remember her, and Jiang Rin, the only one who should remember her, is also under Lan Qing's choice, and slowly erases the memory about her.

But he still resisted......

Lan Qing looked around, from the wall, on the table, to the ground, there were all paintings and sketches, all of them were women who were six or seven points similar to her, all of them had similar expressions, and some of the portraits were already a little blurry, I don't know how long ago they were drawn.