Chapter 337

he was following, not noticing a few people coming around the corner. She bumped straight into them."Whoa, watch out!" Qin Heng was talking to Huo Mingzheng and hadn't noticed anyone else.That person..."Azheng.... is...it's me, Azheng..."

Li Qin's face, initially ashen with fright, gradually turned flushed. As time passed, it took on a purplish hue.

The air in the lungs becomes thinner and thinner.

Alas, Huo Mingzheng seemed not to recognize her. His five fingers tightened, and she had no doubt that the next second he would snuff her out.

“It’s... me, Azheng. I am... Xiaowen.”

In the dim light, Li Qin couldn't see Huo Mingzheng's face or his reaction, but she could feel his fingers stiff and trembling.

Grip is gradually relaxing.

She seized his hand as he tried to pull away.

Li Qin covered her neck and gasped for breath. The air that rushed into her throat brought a searing pain. She leaned against the sofa beside her, gasping and coughing uncontrollably, tears swirling in her eyes.

But she didn't have time to be afraid. Looking at Huo Mingzheng sitting in the corner, looking lonely and forlorn, she felt a pang of sympathy.

She rushed over, "A-zheng, it's Xiaowen, I'm here, I'm with you."

"Xiaowen..."

"It's Huo Mingzheng murmuring,"

Li Qin's heart was filled with joy. In the dim light, she fumbled and hugged Huo Mingzheng's head, just like in the past, holding him tightly in her arms.

"It's alright, Aze, it's alright. I'm here, I'll always be with you."

While Huo Mingzheng, who was just on the verge of mania, gradually calmed down.

Li Qin was overjoyed to tears.

She is not Xiaowen.

She doesn't know who Xiaowen is either.

It wasn't until that year, when Huo Mingzheng mumbled "Xiao Wen" from his coma, that...

At that time, he suddenly woke up. The sedative the doctor had given him was not very effective, and he became agitated and restless. He couldn't recognize the person in front of him as her and almost strangled her.

She cried out Xiaowen in her panic.

Something unexpected happened. Huo Mingzheng, who was still in a frenzied state the previous second, suddenly fell silent.

Let go of her hand and call her Xiaowen.

After that, she pretended to be Xiaowen and soothed his emotions. She spent the whole night talking to him, and even when he fell asleep, she held his hand.

Just like now, Li Qin held his head and let him rest his head on her thigh.

Ho Mingzheng gradually calmed down.

Li Qin let out a sigh of relief in her heart.

Before that, she was still wondering if this method would work, after all, so many years had passed.

Unexpectedly, Huo Mingzheng fell silent the moment he heard the words "Xiao Wen."

Who wrote this short piece

But now it doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that Huo Mingzheng has calmed down, just like he used to, and only listens to her.

"Azhen, take a good sleep. Sleep and when you wake up everything will be over."

"You will live well, work well, and take good care of yourself."

You will too, forget to pay the rouge, and no longer remember this person.

......

A black sedan was driving down the streets of Zurich.

At this very moment, Zurich is still early morning. The streetlights are thin, and a flock of pigeons flies across the square.

Fu Yan leaned against the window, drowsy and listless. A sharp pain stabbed at her chest for no apparent reason.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and after looking carefully again, the stinging sensation was gone, as if it had never happened at all.

Looking out the window at the passing unfamiliar scenery, the strange words on the street shop signs, everything felt so foreign and unreal.

She was dazed for a moment.

Only then did it dawn on me that I was really in Zurich.

The car stopped on the lawn outside a house.

The house is three stories high with a pointed roof. It has a small yard, and inside the fence are flowers that I can't name.

Fu Hanlin pushed open the car door and got out. He walked around to this side and opened the door. Standing in the sunlight, he seemed to be covered in a halo.

"Fu Yan, from now on, this will be your home."ere looking at a stubborn donkey, clutching the box tightly. "There's no reason to return something I'm giving you.""I didn't say I would." Fu Yan glanced away. The cold wind blew past, and she calmed...