"Ah Xing, what does it smell like... Is it blood? ”

Hearing the voice of the girl in his arms, Chen Xing came back to his senses, he covered her eyes with his other uninjured hand, and said softly: "Yi'er smelled wrong, there is no smell." ”

After struggling for a while, the somewhat tired girl snorted and said, "How can I... I can't see anything..."

"Yi'er is tired, I'll take you back to sleep."

Chen Xing didn't stop his hand, but continued to cover her eyes, and slowly dragged her to the bed without letting the blood on his hands get on her.

As soon as he got back to bed, someone used his natural ability to pull him to the ground and wouldn't let him go.

Chen Xing didn't care about the blood on his hands not getting on the bed, and he also had to take care of her stalking, which was a headache.

Seeing that she was unwilling to let go, he said viciously: "If you catch me again, I will bite you again!" ”

As if feeling the pain in her neck just now, the girl let go of her hand and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Chen Xing softened his heart and said softly: "Let's sleep first, we have to go to class tomorrow." ”

"Ah Xing..."

"Sleep!"

"Hmm..."

Seeing that Jun Muyi finally closed her eyes obediently, Chen Xing's eyes dimmed and gently stroked her hair.

After hearing her breathing evenly, he sorted out the blood in the room and quietly left to close the door.

Picking up the knife that had scratched him, he stood still, looking at the scar on his hand with a confused look in his eyes.

Another headache, and he couldn't help but lean against the wall and collapse to the ground.

After relieving, he looked at the utility room opposite.

It was dark inside, as if it were about to swallow him up.

At the moment when Jun Muyi kissed his forehead just now, in addition to someone's figure overlapping her, he also heard a loud noise, followed by countless noisy sounds.

Broken glass...

Piercing ambulance bells...

The sound of the waves...

Stomp and tread.

Footsteps... And... The sound of the crowd.

He stood quietly, watching what was happening in front of him.

Everything seems to have nothing to do with him, but everything is closely related to him.

Everything, everything.

Syllable.

The doors closed.

Everything fell silent, and the picture gradually pulled back.

He thought back to what had just happened, and he was a little out of breath.

Natural and man-made disasters, conspiracy plans.

One lives, two dies.

Nothing is gone...

He became 'he'.

He is no longer complete ...

He didn't die when he was a child... But by three years ago... They died as a result of an alleged accident.

Because the blow was too big, his memory has been a little problematic since then.

He has selective amnesia and delusions.

And his memories of the Lin family's care were all fabricated by himself in order to protect himself.

He was raised by his parents until he was sixteen... Until something happens... But in the past three years, he has lived alone.

For Lin Qingying's family, they are just ordinary neighbors.

According to the psychiatrist's diagnosis, as long as he showed signs of memory resuscitation, he would have frequent headaches and stay in place.

And the opportunity for the revival of this memory was the events of that year.

Father and son, mother and son, family...

Let him experience the past things one by one, and he will slowly recover his memory.

Until tonight, in the same place, two kisses that express different loves.

He remembered.

In addition, he also vaguely remembered four words.

Qingcheng, Jun's family.

Jun family... He was the mastermind behind the murder of his parents.

This was the last truth he found back then.

But after that, he was hit too hard, and almost all his memories of his parents were lost.

The memories are all out of order.

He sat still, staring blankly at the innermost part of the utility room.

That cardboard box.

There are two books.

A medical record, a notebook.

It was these two things that made him truly believe in this absurd truth.

Jun family... He met Jun Muyi.

Is it a coincidence?

No... It's no coincidence that he seems to have forgotten everything about the Jun family.

He still remembered that he told Jun Muyi that when he forgot about the two of them before, she looked lost.

She doesn't seem to know the truth.

He only retrieved memories of his parents... There is no memory of meeting her.

Wait a minute...

Thinking of a possibility, Chen Xing hurriedly stood up and walked into the dark utility room again.

Is there a possibility that what happened back then was not the work of the Jun family...

Also, where did he get this so-called truth?

How do you know?

Who is it?

He opened the notebook again.

After a long time, he silently walked out of the utility room and closed the door softly.

Glancing at the wall clock that was already pointing a little more, Chen Xing looked at the wound on his hand that had been cut by himself.

Is he one person now, or two people?

He didn't know, but he knew that he had her.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

I'm sorry... Mom and Dad.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry...

After taking out the bandage and wrapping the wound, Chen Xing slowly walked into the bedroom with heavy steps.

Looking at the figure on the bed, his troubled thoughts eased a lot.

The two slept in the same bedroom, which was indeed his selfishness at the beginning. But it's more because of his own psychological hints, don't flip things in the utility room casually.

He walked in softly and helped her re-wrap the quilt.

He made up his mind...

He's going to give up...

"Ah Xing...?"

Hearing the girl's voice, Chen Xing was stunned, but when there was one more person in his arms, he knew that it was too late.

She clung to him tightly, unwilling to let go.

Chen Xing was about to call her up, but after she fell asleep directly in his arms, he looked around a little helplessly.

In the end, he still had no choice but to hold her and lie down on the bed carefully.

This is the first time the two have slept in the same bed.

Chen Xing covered the quilt, and then rested his chin on the top of her head.

He listened to her breathing evenly, thinking about his own business.

On his nineteenth birthday.

He seemed to see everything as it was.

He was sick.

His memory was missing.

Because of that one thing, because of that one three years ago.

He lost both his parents.

Lying on the bed, he holds the person he likes.

Carrying the eldest daughter of the murderer's family.

The fragrance of the girl surrounded him.

For the first time, he felt how dark the world was.

But she seems to be the only light in his world.

He couldn't live without her, he thought.

Was he willing to give up everything for her?

Are you willing to do it for her sake and not seek the real truth?

Even if that truth might hurt her...

Chen Xing sniffed the breath of the girl in his arms.

He thought, he willed, he didn't want her to be hurt...

Touching the marks of his bite on her neck, he regretted biting her a little.

As his thoughts flowed, Chen Xing listened to the girl's gradually even breathing, and his eyes slowly closed.

He let out a long breath, his mind slowly falling silent.

It's still a possibility.

The deaths of his parents were none of her business.

It's just a coincidence.

It's just that the person's surname is Jun.

Before he knew it, he was completely asleep.

Xu was very tired tonight, and his rare snoring sounded.

At this time, the girl he was holding in his arms turned sideways slightly.

Jun Muyi stared at Chen Xing's sleeping face for a while, then the corners of her mouth were hooked, and she cautiously stretched out her hand.

Hmph, finally waiting for you to fall asleep.

Just as she was about to caress his cheek, she heard his trilling voice.

"Mu Yi..."

The girl's expression was slightly stunned.

Is he afraid?

Just when the girl wanted to make a move, she felt the other party hug her harder.

"Don't go... I'm not looking for it, don't leave me..."

Feeling his trembling, the girl lost her mind for a moment.

What's going on?

She carefully soothed him, her eyes growing cold as she looked to the side.

Then when she touched the bandage on his hand, the coldness for a moment turned into murderous intent, and she almost wanted to thin her hair.

But when she heard his sleeping murmur, she calmed down again.

He grabbed her hand and said, "I only have you..."

In the long night, the girl sat at the head of the bed, looking softly at the man who was holding her hand, and gently hugged him.

This night, on the night of the first day of his nineteenth year.

He, lying in her arms, was haunted by nightmares.

She rested her back against the head of the bed, but stayed awake all night.