"Hiss......"

The sharp corners of the hard rivets grazed against the arm, and there was a dull pain. Xia Tian hugged his hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The person who accidentally bumped into him behind him quickly apologized and walked to the other side.

Xia was stunned, looking at the few red marks drawn on his arm, and a strange picture suddenly flashed in the depths of his brain.

She saw the hot bathroom, a bright red, stretching from the depths of the bathroom to her feet, and she stood in this pool of crimson blood, as if her eyes were covered with a light veil, and she couldn't see who was lying in the bathtub.

There is something warm left on the arm, itchy. She touched it casually, but she felt a patch of red.

It's blood.

Her arm was bleeding.

The blinding red, like a sharp thorn, slowly pierced deep into the brain, and the pain made the nerves tremble. The fog was thick, the breath was squeezed, the heart in the chest was beating faster and faster, and the whole lung seemed to be about to be squeezed dry.

She was getting more and more dizzy, as if she was going to faint in the next second.

Who, who's in the bathtub? Why is there blood in her arm?

"Hey!"

The cry that suddenly came into the eardrum shattered the foggy picture, and Xia Qian woke up like a dream, looked at Jiang Cheng, his eyes were in a trance, and he couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or reality in front of him for a while.

"Do you look at a dress so fascinating?" Jiang Cheng frowned dissatisfiedly, "Do you want to buy it or not?" I'll swipe my card when I buy it. No wonder I work in a bar and like such trendy clothes. ”

While commenting on the riveted little coat, he questioned Xia Tian's taste. This kind of clothing was not popular a few years ago.

Xia tilted his head, raised his hand, and pressed his overbeating heart.

When was that scene just now? Is it real, or is it a dream? Who killed himself in the bathtub? Why is she standing in the bathroom with blood on her arm?

"I'd like to go and get some rest."

Her face turned pale, and as soon as she took a few steps, she felt a suffocating discomfort and shook her body.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, touching porcelain?"

Jiang Cheng was frightened when he saw that she was about to fall, and hurriedly supported her. He just injured her, and Mu Jinchen exaggerated so much that he asked the elder sister to bring him to apologize, and the devil knew what Mu Jinchen would do if she fainted in front of him.

He doesn't suffer from that.

Xia Tian closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Don't worry, I won't cheat on your money." ”

Dr. Chung was right, she really should have checked it out. Ever since she regained her memory, she had been suffering from headaches from time to time, and occasionally images would pop up in her mind, which seemed like dreams and realities, and sometimes she couldn't tell them apart.

At this moment, Xia Tian's mobile phone began to sing.

"Your grandfather is going to die."

The heavy seven words reached Xia Tian's ears through sound waves, and Xia Tian's throat choked, "Mom......"

On the other end of the phone, the mother's voice sounded very cold, but very stern: "I'm at Qingshi Airport, I can only give you an hour and a half, pack your things, and go back to prepare for the wake." ”

Xia Tian wanted to say something, but his mother's low sigh came, "He can't wait." Come back and see you one last time. ”

"Okay."

Hanging up the phone, Xia Tian's face turned horribly pale.

After she lost her memory in a car accident, she was treated abroad for treatment. From completing her studies abroad to returning to China, her mother called her very few times, and even when her mother learned that she had lost her memory in a car accident, she did not show much concern for her.

She had always felt that her mother might not like her.