- How long the rest of your life is, I hope that freedom will not be borne by you.

Superior VIP ward of the hospital.

The fluorescent lamp poured down overhead, striking the beautiful woman who was leaning against the head of the bed, closing her eyes to recuperate, and her groomed face showed no scars, and her skin was whiter than paper.

"The skin graft and cosmetic surgery were very successful, and she was the most intact case of more than 90% of severe burns in China that were completely repaired." The doctor closed the medical record book and reported the treatment status to the teenager next to him with satisfaction.

The boy leaned against the window, behind him the darkness of the night, his dark pupils unwavering.

Burn...... Fire, pain.

Xia Chaoxi opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were dazzling white, his throat was a little dry, and he coughed twice subconsciously, "I ......"

The hoarse and weak voice was also particularly abrupt in the silent and empty ward, she listened to her own timbre and frowned, "Who am I?" ”

It was by no means her voice......

She has a voice that has been very well protected since she was a child, crisp and ethereal, and this voice is like grinding on sandpaper!

It's so dumb that it doesn't look like it's dry.

"What's the matter with her?" The young man's dark eyes swept lightly across her delicate face, and her thin lips were pursed into an arc without any emotion.

The doctor shuddered, quickly flipped through the cases, and concluded, "This young lady should have been overfrightened, which led to a short period of forgetfulness, and with the treatment, the previous things will be remembered." ”

Xia Chaoxi's beautiful eyebrows were twisted deeper, and her slender fingers subconsciously grasped the sheets on the side, she was still alive......

There was chaos in my mind, as if I really couldn't think of anything, only the boundless and endless flames that burned brightly, engulfing the whole world like red, the red of despair.

However, those pasts that should be forgotten are still buried in the depths of her memories.

Gently open the valve of memory, and it gushes out like a tide!

She remembers that her best friend forced her to drink milk with a lot of sleeping pills an hour before the fire, and had already exhausted all means to pry her male god away, and she still believed that their friendship was like a rock.

She remembered that her twin sister looked at her with great resentment before leaving, and the moment before the fire burned everything to ashes, she and the firefighters tried their best to ensure that everyone in the Xia family's mansion was rescued.

She remembered that they said that Xia Chaoxi was a garbage that was raised by the Xia family, and he should die, and he deserved to die!

Presumably, this light voice also fell into the root of the disease in that thick smoke and became extremely hoarse!

Her eyelids were heavy, her head was clear, she was out of breath, she was dying in pain, how could she forget!

I can't forget it in this life!

When he looked around the room again, he was left with only the boy standing by the window and not moving, and the breeze ruffled his clothes like the night and ruffled his flowing black hair.

If you look closely, your obsidian-like eyes are full of concentration, the bridge of your nose is erect, your lips are beautiful and smooth, and your tight jawline adds a bit of ice and snow.

"Who are you? Are you the one who saved me? She raised her eyes to look at him, her long back hidden in the night, cold and cold, "Why did you save me?" ”

"Xia ......" Before the words 'Feixue' could be spoken, his voice suddenly changed, "I am your brother Yin Han, you have been in a coma for two years because of the gas explosion, severe burns. ”

When Xia Chaoxi heard this, his lips, which had been tightly closed, slowly outlined a smile of unknown meaning, and he neither asked out loud nor questioned his words.

Yin Han took it for granted that she had just woken up, lost her memory, and was not adapted to the unfamiliar environment, so she walked to the side of the hospital bed with her long legs and touched her soft hair, "You are my sister, Yin Ruixi." ”