Shen Sihuan hung up the phone, his fingers tapping on the desktop again and again.

- I'm not dreaming now, am I?

"Ah, it hurts!"

- Was that a dream? But what's going on with this replay-like reproduction? How can I not know the prophet?

She looked up at the window, and the cypress tree was already towering, and a thick branch stretched out, and the sunlight fell through the leaves in front of the window, mottled and mottled, as if it had been cut to pieces.

It's like a world away.

She suddenly thought of the black history of her "previous life" falling out of the windowsill, and got up and closed the window.

With a "pop", a bottle of incense quilt bought a few years ago fell on the table.

She lifted it up, and the image of "last night" on the rooftop came to mind, the unique smell of perfume, and the touch of the man pushing her still seemed to be on her shoulder.

This is a real "amazing" murder scene, and when the victim becomes herself, she truly experiences "creepy" and "shuddering" for the first time.

She scratched her head irritably.

Who the hell is it? What hatred and what resentment! She is a moderate fear of heights, so she can't change her way of killing?!

Uh, is that the point wrong?

She came to Shen Fangnian's room, and there was no one. A photo album was open and lying on the bed.

That page was her first birthday party after returning home at the age of six. She couldn't remember who was who was in the faces of many strange children.

She fumbled with a few pages, her fingertips resting on an 8-inch photograph.

She recognized the people above.

Her fingers swiped in turn, Wang Ye, Han Shi, her, Wen Yan, and Jiang Tianche, who had just arrived for dinner.

Time is a thief, stealing those young times that still laugh out loud when you think about it, what else did you steal?

Wang Ye, who always can't wake up, is now sleeping harder. When did he start laughing so much? Looking at the photo, I remembered that although he used to be very naughty and teased people, he didn't smile like this at everyone.

Han Shi, a little genius, has become taller, and he doesn't look like a girl anymore. Why did he suddenly study psychology? Did he say that man is the most boring species in the world? So why did he suddenly become interested in the human psyche?

The annoying ghost Wen Yan still remembers the first official meeting, she felt that the little brother in front of her was so good-looking, like a little prince, so the little pig bag was the first to catch him to eat, who knew that he frowned in disgust and didn't answer - his annoyance hasn't changed at all. It's just, how can he be so gloomy now? It started after Uncle Wen and Aunt Wen died unexpectedly, right?

Sick seedling Ah Che, he would actually go to join the army, this is really something that never imagined. She couldn't even remember if she had sent him. After all these years, what has become of him now?

And herself......

“…… What's wrong with being sad? Shen Sihuan, this is not your setting! She patted her cheek.

On a whim, she took the stairs downstairs, passed the corner of the second floor, and saw the door of Wen Yan's room wide open.

Back then, after the death of his parents, his brother Wen Jian was busy supporting the Shengtian Hotel and sent him to the Shen family. He ate and lived with Shen Sihuan and Shen Siyue, and studied and lived together for four years. Since then, this room has been reserved for him.

Fu Ran was standing in front of Wen Yan's bed, motionless.

"Why?"

Fu Ran was taken aback, and a hard-shell book in his hand fell to the ground.