Because in her past memories, there has never been the existence of these two people, let alone a lack of memory, and there has never been a coma and waking up for the past ten days and half a month.

Her every day was normal, but now, she couldn't be sure.

What is that blurry picture that flashes through my head?

What's that, exactly? She didn't have it in her memory, but just before, she saw such a vague picture suddenly popping up in Zhao Yu's mind.

The painting flashed by, as if it were her illusion.

Who is the woman holding the child, could it be herself?

If it is said that a memory can deceive people, what about the feeling?

Does it feel deceiving?

After getting along with the father and son these days, Song Qing was so natural except for the surprise and stunned at the beginning.

If it really were two strangers, would she be able to accept them into her life so quickly?

Those familiarities, those feelings of taking for granted, do you really have nothing to do with them?

Song Qing closed his eyes and quietly leaned on Zhao Yu's small shoulder.

There was a voice in my heart that seemed to tell me.

No, it's not.

Wrong...... Nowhere in the world are there so many for granted.

She is very kind to Zhao Yu and likes her very much from the first time she saw her. Why can't she like other children, why is she so partial to Zhao Yu.

And what about Zhao Cheng?

What is her truest reaction when he approaches her, except for panicking, she doesn't hate or reject.

Even after getting along, he has a sense of familiarity that reassures her.

It was because of these that he kissed her and teased her, and she had clearly thought that this was not right, except for blushing and heartbeat, and wanted to refuse, and wanted to push away.

But her body was always faster than her brain reacted, and she wanted to get closer to him.

So, is she really just getting her heart out of him now? Or was that feeling something she already had?

Just when Song Qing's mind was very confused, a small hand gently touched her head.

Very gentle, very gentle.

Maybe Zhao Yu also saw her abnormality! So comforting her.

"Auntie, Yu'er sings to you."

"Twinkle and twinkle, the sky is full of little stars......"

The boy's singing came to her ears, immature and gentle, soothing her troubled thoughts.

Song Qing's brain suddenly quieted down, and she leaned on Zhao Yu's small shoulder with her eyes closed.

There was silence all around, and there was nothing except Zhao Yu's singing......

In the darkness, everything seemed to brighten up in front of me.

"Whew-"

"Sasha—"

There was a breeze blowing in my ears, bringing up the rustling of leaves.

In the quaint courtyard, a very young woman was sitting next to the stone table at this time.

It was Song Qing, she wore long burgundy hair, a jade crown on her head, and a blue brocade dress embroidered with peonies.

is only eighteen or nineteen years old, but she is already the mother of the child.

At this time, Song Qing hugged the child in her arms with a gentle and quiet face, exuding the gentleness that can only be found as a mother.

She looked down at the child in her arms, bowed her head affectionately, and kissed the child on the cheek.

Looking at the child, Song Qing teased him while not forgetting to talk to his son.

"Xiao Yu'er, today your father and he finally went to the court, so your mother and I can finally let go of ourselves and come out to breathe."