Xiao Yuanqing's hands trembled and threw away the drawing paper he had just picked up again, and then suddenly pounced in the direction of Zhuang Mengdie.

Although Zhuang Mengdie practiced the Cold Shadow Dafa and had the exercises to support her body, she didn't dare to make a rash move, for fear of hurting Xiao Yuanqing, so she could only watch Xiao Yuanqing, who was almost crazy, pounce on her.

Xiao Yuanqing grabbed Zhuang Mengdie's arms hard, and the strength was so great that Zhuang Mengdie could not break free for a while, and could only endure feeling Xiao Yuanqing's sharp nails scratching her shoulders through her clothes.

"Who did you say is dead? Xiao Yuanqing's eyes were red, and his always gentle voice became hoarse and trembling, and he urged Zhuang Mengdie to ask, "Say it quickly!"

Seeing Xiao Yuanqing's almost crazy state, Zhuang Mengdie couldn't bear to hurt him with internal force, endured the stinging pain of his arms being scratched, and slightly wrinkled his slender eyebrows and said, "Zhuang Yimo." ”

When he said the name "Zhuang Yimo", Zhuang Mengdie's heart was quite shocked, Xiao Yuanqing had lost his memory, he didn't even know who he was, and he didn't react when he saw himself who looked very similar to himself, but why did he react so strongly to Zhuang Yimo's death?

Could it be that hearing the name of Zhuang Yimo, the person who ruined his life, reminded Xiao Yuanqing of the past? If that's the case, it's not too bad, and it's a good thing that Xiao Yuanqing can recover his memory as soon as possible, but he doesn't know how to face everything he has lost after he recovers his memory.

Zhuang Mengdie was both happy and worried, and looked at Xiao Yuanqing with a complicated expression, but Xiao Yuanqing slowly let go of Zhuang Mengdie, as if the strength of the whole person was suddenly drained.

"Zhuang Yimo, yes, she is Yimo, she is Yimo......" Xiao Yuanqing muttered to himself, and hurriedly picked up the painting paper on the ground, carefully brushing off the dust on the portrait, he hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, but his eyes were full of sadness, "Yimo, I remembered, I finally remembered you, Yimo ......"

After picking up a few portraits, Xiao Yuanqing suddenly stood up, quickly returned to the table, took a pen and dipped it on the inkstone, and began to concentrate on painting. He finished painting one and carefully dried it before drawing the next one.

After Zhuang Mengdie picked up all the painting paper on the ground, she stood behind Xiao Yuanqing and watched him paint silently, Xiao Yuanqing's paintings are all beautiful young women without exception, but unlike the previous ones who only had a back and silhouette, this time the portrait is almost all frontal, and you can clearly see the facial features of the person in the painting, that is Zhuang Yimo when he was young!

Zhuang Mengdie was stunned, Xiao Yuanqing actually painted Zhuang Yimo one after another, her smile in the portrait was lifelike, the bright Zhuang Yimo when she was young was something Zhuang Mengdie had never seen. It turned out that Zhuang Yimo, who was noble and domineering in her eyes, moody, and never gave herself a good look, smiled so gently like water.

However, didn't Zhuang Yimo cause Xiao Yuanqing's family to be ruined? Why did Xiao Yuanqing paint day after day for decades Zhuang Yimo who was unwilling to fulfill him, unwilling to let him go, and even wanted his life? Instead of Yu Yin, his beloved wife who was willing to give up everything for her?

Could it be that everything she heard before was false, or was there something hidden that she didn't know? Xiao Yuanqing, between Zhuang Yimo and Yu Yin, what happened back then? Huaxiu Chinese

"Yi Mo died, it was I who killed Yi Mo, it was I Xiao Yuanqing who killed Yi Mo with my own hands, hehe......" Xiao Yuanqing suddenly let out a poignant laugh, laughing and laughing, and suddenly completely tore up the portraits on the table, and the pieces of painting paper suddenly flew around, sprinkled with joy.

Xiao Yuanqing sat down on the chair, looking up at the fragments of painting paper that were falling like snowflakes, and there were tears faintly in the corners of his eyes. He still muttered to himself: "Yimo, I killed you, I killed you......"

Seeing Xiao Yuanqing like this now, Zhuang Mengdie already knew that between Xiao Yuanqing and Zhuang Yimo, it would definitely not be as simple as she heard, if it was really as rumored, then Xiao Yuanqing and Zhuang Yimo should have a common hatred, how could he hear that Zhuang Yimo was dead and so sad, and he thought that Zhuang Yimo died at his hands, which was even more sentimental, remorseful, and heartbroken......

Seeing Xiao Yuanqing making such a big noise, Zhuang Mengdie hurriedly listened to the back of the stone door, for fear that the strangeness in the stone room would attract the attention of others.

But fortunately, the secret room where Xiao Yuanqing was imprisoned was located in the depths of Jiangzhu Mountain, and it was blocked by a thick stone door, so the sound did not come out. And outside the stone gate, there was only Uncle Qi guarding, this blind and dumb old man drank wine, and it was estimated that he had rested.

After all, Xiao Yuanqing has been imprisoned here for nearly twenty years, and Xiao Yuanqing has never been anything unusual over the years, and it is estimated that they have all relaxed their vigilance a little, and they would not expect that Xiao Yuanqing would suddenly regain his memory.

Xiao Yuanqing tore up the portrait, and suddenly got up and overturned the table, seeing Xiao Yuanqing so gaffe, Zhuang Mengdie hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Xiao Yuanqing, she was not only worried that Xiao Yuanqing would make too much noise and attract Yu Zhouwan's people, but also worried that Xiao Yuanqing would do something to hurt himself under the frenzy, no matter what, that person was her father after all.

Seeing her father so hysterical, Zhuang Mengdie's heart was very uncomfortable, no matter how sorry he was for her before, she couldn't bear to torture himself in this dark prison cell again.

"No, you didn't kill her. Zhuang Mengdie grabbed Xiao Yuanqing and said clearly in his ear.

"No, you lied to me, you must be lying to me, I used all my strength, I slapped her in the chest, her blood stained my clothes red, I killed her, I hurt her with my own hands, it's me, it's me ......" Xiao Yuanqing roared, his voice was already hoarse, and the water from the corners of his eyes gradually overflowed.

"It was I who killed Emo, it was me, it was me...... Who am I, who am I, who am I?!" Xiao Yuanqing pushed Zhuang Mengdie away, patting his head and walking back and forth in the stone room.

Zhuang Mengdie stepped forward, but stopped again, Xiao Yuanqing's memory didn't seem to have fully recovered, he was stimulated by her words, remembered Zhuang Yimo, and seemed to remember a certain incident that happened back then, but he still didn't remember himself, nor did he remember Yu Yin, let alone that he once had a daughter with his beloved......

Zhuang Mengdie stood in place in a daze, and in this mess, she actually remembered what Zhuang Yimo said before she died.

"Xiao Yuanqing loves me! If it weren't for your mother's tricks to confuse his mind, how could he have left me!"