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Chapter 2 - Ah Sheng is dead

Qiao Weiyi was worried about her daughter who had gotten into a fight in the kindergarten, so her footsteps were hurried. Suddenly, she heard an abnormally familiar yet slightly unfamiliar voice sound out urgently from behind him —

"Ah Sheng!"

Familiar words, a familiar tone of voice, an involuntary curve at the end of a person's speech. This person was …

Qiao Weiyi's back stiffened, her mind was shaken!

She subconsciously looked back, only to see a tall and straight man, much more mature than she remembered, chasing after her with hurried steps. His sexy lips kept on calling "Ah Sheng" and "Ah Sheng" …

So deep and urgent. It was as if he had finally found a treasure that he had lost for half his life.

In that instant when the two of them looked at each other, Qiao Weiyi's heart suddenly rose to her throat, as though she was being stared at by a huge beast and could no longer escape.

When Zhang Shiyan, who was in hot pursuit, saw that Qiao Weiyi had turned around, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He stared at Qiao Weiyi with his sharp eyes, a look of loss flashed past his eyes, then was quickly replaced by a look of madness and disappointment, his taut face suddenly showing a trace of terrifying brutality!

Damn it, this was another person whose back was similar to Ah Sheng's!

He pursed his lips in silence.

No matter how similar his back figure or temperament was, a fake was still a fake. As long as he turned around, he would be able to wake up in an instant.

His apathetic gaze swept across Qiao Weiyi's face. His left hand was stuffed into the pockets of his pants, and in the next moment, he returned to normal, as if the person who had lost control and chased after him with deep emotions and regret was not him.

When Qiao Weiyi saw Zhang Shiyan's cold and disgusted eyes, she also instantly reverted back to normal.

"Sir, were you calling me just now?"

She ruffled her hair and smiled, "I am sorry, but I may not be the person you are looking for. My name is Qiao Weiyi."

With that, she politely nodded towards Zhang Shiyan, "Goodbye."

As Zhang Shiyan watched her turn around and continue walking, he couldn't help but cast his gaze once again on her back. The indifference in his eyes had disappeared, and what remained was only a sliver of grief that he wished for more.

He greedily gazed at the similar back view in his memory. Deep within his heart, there was an invisible hand that tightly gripped his heart. The pain was deep and excruciating.

Since we parted, I have met thousands of people, like your eyebrows, like your eyes, but they are not your face.

Ah Sheng, where are you?

After walking steadily around a corner, Qiao Weiyi suddenly stopped and leaned against the snow-white wall. Her fingers pressed tightly against her chest, and her face was as pale as snow.

Damn it!

Zhang Shiyan, why are you still so lingering, even after five years have passed!

A hint of pain appeared in Qiao Weiyi's eyes, as if she was reminded of the nightmare she had before coming to kindergarten. The fingers that covered his heart, could even feel his heart shaking uneasily and intensely.

She forcefully suppressed the dark emotions in her heart and allowed her body to slowly slide down. Finally, she slowly leaned against the wall, the sweat on her forehead wetting her hair.

She wiped the sweat off her forehead with her fair fingers. After a moment of hesitation, the tips of her fingers slowly landed on her face.

So what if his back was similar? His face was no longer the same face from before, and even if they faced each other, no one would be able to recognize him.

Qiao Weiyi caressed her face that no one could recognize, as though she found a supporting point, and calmed herself down to support herself to stand up.

Raising his head to look at the sky, Qiao Weiyi's lips curled up into a perfect smile.

Zhang Shiyan, the Ah Sheng is already dead, she died a long time ago.