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That was a love that only a little girl would have, right?

She couldn't be considered young anymore. Most of the women her age were married and had children, and had a very happy and happy family.

A small family of three, with children and husbands, barely fit in with anyone.

All existences seemed superfluous.

She was an exception.

Not only did she have no children and no so-called small family, even the first half of her life had been completely devoid of experience.

Both Li Jinnan and Li Zhenting were urging her not to force herself to think of the past.

Li Jinnan had said it before, "There are some things it's good to forget, but that can't be considered as a beautiful past, why bother?"

Yes, why bother?

She had always thought so.

Maybe she didn't want to try hard from the subconscious to find her past, as if it was a memory that she didn't need.

But when she tried to touch it, the dull, oppressive pain trapped her hands and feet. She didn't want to break free or touch it at all.

She didn't want to remember.

Because she could feel that it was like a very sad memory.

Just touching the edge would cause her to burst into tears.

When Li Shinian woke up from her dreams once again, she finally realized that if she could retrieve her memories, she would not be able to bear the consequences that memory had brought her.

He raised his hand and wiped away the tears on his face.

Thick curtains covered the French windows, and a small lamp, warm and yellow, glowed at the head of the bed. It was not enough to dispel the darkness in the room.

A faint light shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting mottled shadows on the floor.

Li Shinian got off the bed and walked across the soft carpet with his bare feet, stepping on the cold wooden floor.

Pulling open the curtains, large patches of light flooded in through the glass.

In fact, it wasn't even dawn yet.

From afar, he could only see the red flames of the morning sun in the distant horizon.

Dawn appeared, tearing the dark night apart.

The heart beneath his chest was still beating in a disorderly and irregular manner. The blood in his body was like a surging tide of rolling and roaring roars.

There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, but his hands and feet were ice-cold. It was as if he had just crawled out of an ice-cold cellar.

Her fingers were slightly curled and her joints were white.

She could clearly see her own shadow on the French window, that sickly and weak appearance.

The pain was not intense. It was not even as severe as when he woke up.

It just keeps going on.

His hands were still shaking as he went to get the medicine.

He swallowed the medicine with the water in the glass, and the bottle fell from his hand and fell to the ground. The white pills were scattered all over the floor.

She couldn't tell if it was a headache or a heart attack.

He only wanted to use the medicine to forcefully suppress the pain.

She was curled up on the edge of the bed, her long eyelashes slightly raised.

Consciousness is an unfocused state, a sickly lack of spirit, as if awake yet not awake.

A dark, damp alley.

Red leather shoes were placed on the dirty ground. There was a small restaurant's sewer running through the alley. There was also a mountain of garbage that emitted a terrible stench, causing flies to fly around in circles.

After passing through the alley, they reached the depths.

Two wooden boxes, one tall and one short, were stacked together. A small figure climbed up from the box and stood on the top box to barely reach the window.

The windows were nailed shut with wooden bars and only a tiny crack could be seen.

"Little big brother!"

He leaned on the window and shouted in a low voice, trying his best to peek inside.

The room was dark, lit only by the faint rays of the sun that shone through the cracks in the windows.

The figure lying on the ground, leaning against the wall, was unknown whether it was alive or dead. The shadow split his face into two extremes, except for his dry, chapped lips, which were still dripping with blood, and his chin, which was rubbing against the black mud.

He seemed to move, as if he were still alive.

He opened his eyes from the darkness. They were a pair of eyes that were deep and dry.

The little girl was stuffing the bread she had brought with her. Her little mouth was opening and closing as she chattered on and on, mixed with clear and melodious laughter from time to time.

It was not quiet.

From time to time, one could hear the shouts of the hawkers and the frequent and boring quarrels in the small families by the door.

The loud background sounds could not even cover up the childish voice as the bell-like laughter resounded clearly within the dark storage room.

The small figure that appeared on time every day gradually merged with the stubborn and thin figure that remained silent and hidden in the darkness.

The screen quickly switched to the bustling street.

The figure being chased by the hawker appeared somewhat miserable.

Relying on his quick reaction, he hid into the dark alley and successfully dodged the chase.

In his hands, he was still holding the inappropriate doll, as if he was holding some treasure.

The outline hidden in the darkness was almost indiscernible except for the pair of withered eyes.

The cold estrangement slowly faded from his eyes. Those gentle and shallow eyes seemed to contain stars.

A hoarse and slightly weird voice sounded out, "Here you go, it's your birthday present."

Is it still in the voiceless phase?

She was stunned for a moment, but then she heard the little girl laugh tenderly, "Thank you, little big brother!"

How strange.

She couldn't see the boy's face clearly, but she thought he was smiling.

The corner of his mouth must have been slightly raised, but his smile was exceptionally gentle. It was the most sincere smile one would have after putting down their guards and armor.

That smile heals everything.

As if infected by her, a faint smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

It was not a beautiful scene at all, and the stench in the air did not dissipate.

However, she felt that compared to this, the beautiful scenery of this world was only mediocre.

"My surname is *, remember my name. * *, I'll wait for you to come find me."

"Yes, I will definitely come looking for you."

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He took some medicine and fell asleep again. It was already late in the morning when he woke up.

She rubbed her eyes, crawled up and sat on the bed, seeing Li Quan sitting on the chair beside the desk, looking at her with an unfathomable expression.

"Why are you in my room?"

"I heard that the wedding dress had been sent over, so I found the time to come over and see if there were any changes. Auntie said you still haven't woken up, so I came in directly." he explained.

Li Shinian acknowledged, and did not linger too much on this question.

They were originally an unmarried couple, and were about to enter the marriage hall. Sooner or later, they would have to live together, and she would have to get used to sharing a room with Li Quan.

She lifted off her blanket and got off the bed. Very naturally, she opened the wardrobe and grabbed the clothes with her back to Li Quan.

The gaze behind her felt like it was on the back of a mountain. Staring at her made her feel very uncomfortable.

Li Shinian suddenly turned his head to look at him, "Why are you staring at me like that? What happened? " She thought something had happened, and Li Quan was hesitating whether he should keep it a secret from her or be honest with her.