"Miss Ding, your current body is not suitable for staying outside for too long."

Ding Bao didn't speak, her eyes stayed on a person on the other side of the lake, and a few meters away, she saw a vague and somewhat familiar face.

It was a woman in an off-white wool coat, her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and the moment she lifted her hair with one hand, Ding Bao saw her face, and compared it with the face in the depths of her memory, her eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth were almost identical.

The only difference is that the face in the depths of her memory is still very immature, the appearance of a recent college graduate, the eyes are shining with dazzling light, and a row of neat teeth will be revealed when she laughs.

At this time, the face on the other side was more mature, with seriousness and competence between his eyebrows and eyes.

After looking at it for a while, Ding Bao withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened before the woman raised her eyes to look over.

"Let's go back."

Back in the ward, Ding Bao turned on her mobile phone and looked for an avatar that had not changed for many years, and when she clicked in, she found that the content in the other party's circle of friends had been deleted, leaving only an avatar, a nickname, and a line of personalized signatures.

I want to escape.

Ding Bao still remembers that she died on a sea trip shortly after changing her visa.

She also went to the funeral.

There were very few people attending the funeral, almost all of them were those who came out of the orphanage, and the girl's boyfriend.

He fell to his knees, pale and weeping silently.

Staring at the signature, Ding Bao's mind resurfaced the face just now.

Is there really two people in the world who look exactly the same?

Or is she not dead at all?

Thinking about it this way, the group of people in the orphanage have passed away one after another.

They are all poor and desperate people, and they are all doing the lowest jobs when they leave the orphanage, and there are very few people who can change their fate on their own.

Thinking about it this way, the best estimate of the mix is Lin Jinmo's dog comparison.

Ding Bao breathed a long sigh of relief and lay on the bed in a daze without saying a word.

There was so much she needed to know right now.

The Baza Black that once appeared in his mind, the woman who hit her but didn't want her life, the younger brother he had been looking for, and ...... Lin Jinmo.

What the hell is he doing?

"Don't be in a hurry......"

Ding Bao silently comforted himself.

Everything will wait until she is discharged from the hospital, and then these people will take the initiative to find her, and she will know sooner or later.

Two days passed, Ding Bao asked the nurse.

"Hasn't your phone been repaired yet?"

The nurse's expression was a little unnatural.

"Not yet."

Ding Bao looked at her and asked calmly.

"Was it taken away by Lin Jinmo?"

The nurse looked at her in surprise, hesitated and nodded.

"Yes, Mr. Lin said, he will help you keep it first, and I don't want to ......"

"Well, I understand, it's fine."

The old phone kept a lot of things from work, and there were some clues that she had found, which Lin Jinmo knew, even if he took them, it would not matter.

Calm down, Ding Bao stayed in the hospital honestly for a few days.

On the day she was discharged from the hospital, it was the boss who came to pick her up.

The man shaved his head, the scar on the broken eyebrows looked more obvious, and he was wearing a suit and trousers, but unfortunately he didn't look like a boss, and he looked like a thug in a suit when he leaned on the side of the black off-road, and he had to pick up an ax to cut people at any time.