Chapter 194 - The Faceless Dancing Woman (3)

Xiong Jingfei felt her left cheek and ear tickle from his warm breath. She touched her left side of the face to stop the tingling. She had a feeling something like this would happen, so she did come prepared for an exchange.

Turning around, their faces were inches away from touching. 

She grinned and whispered back, "In return, I will go back with you."

That was all it took for Yang Zheyan to open the doors back up for her. 

Xiong Jingfei immediately strolled towards the room that was calling out her name. The collections in that room are named after her, The Great Love Story of Xiong Jingfei.

She took in a deep breath before stepping into the room that left her feeling lost. The first time she entered the room on their school trip, she didn't know why she felt the way she did when she saw the items. The longing, attachment, and unable to leave the room. 

Even though the answer was there, she just didn't see it. It was a room filled with memories, and it also became the same room where she and Yang Zheyan met each other for the first time. It was as if the items brought their masters together again. 

The first item Xiong Jingfei went to right away was the koi fish pouch. The one she made and gave to Yang Zheyan in their past life. The colors did dull due to time, but it was in a condition like it was kept safe. 

Xiong Jingfei touched the glass, not caring that she left her fingerprints. Why is the pouch here and not destroyed? There wasn't any reason for Yang Zheyan to keep it! He broke off their engagement and couldn't keep his promise to her! Why!?

"Is this the item that you want?" Yang Zheyan asked, still holding onto her hand. "I have to say. This item is my favorite out of all of them."

"Are you saying you can't give it to me?" Xiong Jingfei shook off his hand, crossed her arms, and turned around. She wasn't expecting to receive a shock by turning around and seeing something that wasn't there last time. 

On the spotless white wall that was empty during her first visit, it got occupied by a canvas. A canvas that she saw before and the same one she spilled red paint on it. It became a finished piece of her face. 

Xiong Jingfei didn't see it right away because her head was all about the koi fish pouch. But the canvas was being showcased beautifully under the bright white light, making it the first thing anyone would notice walking into the room. 

Her jaws clenched, and her hands squeezed into a tight fist. She had forgotten all about this painting! 

"Do you like it?" Yang Zheyan hugged her from behind with his arms trapping her entire body. He looked at her from the corner of his eyes to see what kind of expression she'll have. "I had it hung today, for you." 

"Yes." Xiong Jingfei answered, staring up at the canvas without blinking. "I love it." 

"Liar." Yang Zheyan squeezed her in his arms. "I hide myself pretty well, but you still knew just by the sound of my voice. I thought it was strange, but it no longer seems strange when I can tell you're lying." 

"Fine, I hate it." Xiong Jingfei unclenched her jaws, but her hands remained clenched. She was preventing herself from doing what is coming out of her mouth next. "I want it destroyed and burned to ashes, so there is nothing left." 

"Why? You'll look beautiful in this outfit." 

Yang Zheyan touched the canvas. Did she not like it because it didn't look beautiful? No, that didn't seem to be it from the way she was looking at it. 

He turned his head to look at her. The dancing woman's face he couldn't remember in his dreams is Xiong Jingfei. If he pictures her wearing the same outfit in his dream, then she is the dancing woman. 

It was how I was dressed the day before my life got ruined. Xiong Jingfei smiled, getting rid of the hate in her eyes. There was only one day left! One day before we became husband and wife. Instead of wearing a red wedding dress, I was escorted to prison the very next night.

Are you getting your memories back too? Xiong Jingfei stared at him up and down. He couldn't paint her this accurately without seeing a glimpse of the past. 

"Why did you name this room, The Great Love Story of Xiong Jingfei?" Xiong Jingfei asked, testing him. "There is no evidence these items are about a woman named Xiong Jingfei."

"You always ask so many questions but never answer mine. If it were anyone else, I would never allow them to treat me this way." Yang Zheyan chuckled, cupping her face, and confidently answered, "I just know everything in here belongs to her." 

Xiong Jingfei swatted his hand away. She wasn't sure what kind of expression she was showing, she joked, "Since I have the same name, can't I be the owner of these items?"

"Yes." 

She was surprised he was willing to give her everything, even though it was clear to her that his memories weren't there completely. He was in the same area as Feng Huan. But, how can he give away all the items just because she has the same name? 

"Everything that is mine will become yours once we're married." 

Yang Zheyan made it sound like it was so simple, and all Xiong Jingfei needed to say was yes. 

"Tch." Xiong Jingfei knew he couldn't give it up without something in return. 

There was an item that she did not recognize among the things inside the room. It hung on the opposite wall of the canvas, and it wasn't in a glass case like the other items. 

It was a poem. 

She reached out and touched the thin parchment. It was definitely kept in excellent condition because the inking looked fresh as if it was written a few days ago. The poem had to be from her time because it was written in the old language. 

"A love as good as ours, who will truly understand." Xiong Jingfei read it out loud and traced each line. "The devoted love that you and I once have will never fade. I pray to the moon…" 

She continued to read it but came to an abrupt stop. The bottom part of the poem is missing… 

"Torn." Xiong Jingfei gently lifted the bottom of the poem. It was obvious that someone ripped it. Why would someone rip just the last part of it?

For some reason, Xiong Jingfei's gut feeling was telling her the ripped piece was out there somewhere. It's just that, where will it be?

Yang Zheyan pulled on her arm and forced her to turn around. "You can read it?"