Chapter 123

Joan ran opened her eyes in a daze. The surrounding environment was not strange, even familiar to her.

The room where she lived with Fu Siming... Now it seems so ironic.

She was very confused. She was in the hospital. How did she wake up and come back here?

All the memories came back to her mind. She tried hard to recover her memory, but she couldn't remember it anyway.

But when she almost gave up looking for memory, she unexpectedly remembered everything.

Joan ran smiled bitterly. Life is really ironic.

She couldn't deny her heart. In those days when she lost her memory, she really fell in love with Fu Siming.

But Gu Nancheng, her brother Nancheng

At the thought that Gu Nancheng was in the hospital, Qiao Anran suddenly sat up and got out of bed to find him.

She remembered that before she lost her memory in the car accident, she came to this strange city to see Gu Nancheng.

She's going to find him and tell him everything!

But as soon as she got up, she looked up and saw herself in the mirror. Her eyes trembled and slowly approached the mirror.

The familiar and strange face in the mirror is not her at all.

This face that accompanied her day and night once, when she had no memory, she felt that this face was particularly unreal to herself.

Now she finally understands

With a face that doesn't belong to you, how can you feel real?

She slowly stretched out her hand and touched the mirror, with a chill at her fingertips.

The person in the mirror is her, but not her.

If she is ye Huanyan, she can't erase the face dyed by Qiao an.

But if she is Qiao Anran... Those who have experienced Qiao Anran do not belong to her, including Fu Siming, nor should they belong to her

As ye Huanyan's memory, and the things she experienced after becoming Qiao Anran, they were repeated and intertwined in her mind.

Mingming has found her memory, but she seems to know more who she is.

She remembered the first time she saw Gu Nancheng in the orphanage. At that time, he looked at her and smiled. She had never seen such a gentle person.

When he left Lincheng, she cried for hours, but dared not tell him.

Every time she talked to him on the phone, she would feel warm in her heart. Even if she was so far away, it was like being around each other.

She always finds all kinds of excuses to call him, even if it's just talking about daily life and listening to his voice.

If it hadn't been for the car accident, what would it be like now?

After becoming Qiao Anran, the little things between him and Fu Siming reappeared in my mind.

When she woke up in the hospital and didn't know anything, Fu Siming told her that she was his wife and took her home.

But do these really belong to her?

No, no

She looked at the face in the mirror and shook her head desperately. Everything between her and Fu Siming was just because she had this face.

The real owner of this face is Qiao Anran and Fu Siming's wife.

And she... Is ye Huanyan!

Bang ――

The dressing mirror broke in response. Qiao Anran stood stunned and looked at the fragments on the ground. Countless of her were reflected in the broken mirror.

No... that's not her!

Joan Ran's strength seemed to be drained.

Why did this happen?

She squatted on the ground, curled herself up and cried silently.

Just as Fu Siming was about to go upstairs, he heard the sound of broken glass in the room and immediately returned to the room to check.

When he opened the door, he saw Joan ran curling up helplessly, her shoulders shaking.

Beside her, there was broken glass on the ground.

She was still wearing changed pajamas, only a thin layer, and she didn't even wear shoes on her feet.

Seeing her look, Fu Siming frowned, worried that she might catch a cold and that the broken glass at her feet might scratch her at any time.

He walked towards her and bent down to pick her up.

"The ground is cold. I'll take you to bed."

"Don't touch me!"

Joan ran dodged and stepped back.

"Be careful!"

Next to him was a pile of broken glass. He was afraid that she would accidentally press her hand on the glass fragments.

Qiao Anran's eyes turned to the broken glass on the ground. His eyes were dull and said coldly, "I'm sorry I broke it by mistake. I'll pay you."

Then she went to pick up the pieces on the ground.

"Don't touch!"

Fu Siming took a step forward. The woman seemed to be frightened. She couldn't help shrinking back.

"Don't come near me... I beg you! Don't come here... "

A tear slipped down the corner of my eye. At the moment, her heart is full of emotions. She doesn't know how to face Fu Siming.

"Listen, I'll take you to bed."

Joanne dyed the whole man and curled up in the corner, determined not to let the man touch her. Her eyes were stubborn and somewhat helpless.

At this time, if you force her, it will only be more counterproductive.

Fu Siming knew that he stopped one meter away from her and looked at her quietly.

After a long time, the helpless man slowly raised his head and looked at him.

"Did you know... I'm not Joan dye."

Her voice is very light and her tone sounds very calm, but that's what makes people more worried.

In fact, there is no need to ask him, let alone his answer. Through the connection between what happened before, she can understand that he already knew everything.

Otherwise, why did ye Huanyan tell Gu Nancheng about his death?

If not, why was Fu Siming's performance so abnormal at that time?

Fu Siming had no waves on his face and didn't speak.

"You already know, don't you?" Qiao Anran's tone of questioning was a little cold.

His silence made her heart more confused

She can't accept the identity of "Qiao Anran". She is ye Huanyan. She just wants to be herself.

However, what made her more unacceptable was that she fell in love with others during this period, and so many things happened

How will she face Gu Nancheng?

Seeing that she was excited again, Fu Siming worried that she might inadvertently hurt herself. He went to her and squatted down. Despite her resistance and struggle, he forcibly picked her up and put her on the bed.

"Have a good rest and don't think about it."

Joan Ran's eyes turned red, stared at him and said word by word, "this is not my home. I don't want to stay here!"

"This is your home. You, Joan ran, are my Fu Siming's wife! "

"I'm not! I'm ye Huanyan! I just have a Joan dyed face! I don't want this face! I have no lover, no husband! Those are Joan's, not mine! No! "

She shouted at the top of her voice. She was tired, and her voice gradually lowered: "I don't want this identity, I want to be myself, ye Huanyan..."

After hearing her words, the last string in Fu Siming's heart broke

He had thought that after so many things, even life and death, there was nothing to let her leave herself. But the woman in front of him now told him that she didn't want this identity and wanted to be her again.

What they have experienced together is nothing in her eyes?

Fu Siming looked at her with scarlet eyes and gloomy eyes. He imprisoned her under his body and said gnashing his teeth: "ye Huanyan is dead. You have only one identity since then, that is, Joan ran. You have no room to refuse! "

Thinking of the past, Qiao Anran felt that she had figured everything out and couldn't help sneering. She never thought that Fu Siming should be so mean

"In fact, you deliberately made the news of my death to make brother Nancheng lose his heart, didn't you?"

Fu Siming pursed his thin lips and didn't speak.

It seems that she guessed right... Tears fell from her eyes.

How could Fu Siming be such a terrible person? He was full of calculations for her and Gu Nancheng. Are those warm feelings pretended before? How could he use such dirty means?

"Despicable!"

There was a little distance between them. She could even feel his warm breath and hear his powerful heart beating.

Looking at her tears and red eyes, Fu Siming was naturally distressed.

He really has nothing to defend when things come to this point.

His fingers gently crossed the corners of her eyes, wiped away her tears, and then gently stroked her forehead and hair with a dumb voice: "I'm not mean and shameless, just want you to stay with me forever and be Qiao Anran forever. Do you understand? I just... Don't want to let you go. I can't let you go. "

Qiao Anran didn't respond to what he said. He just looked at him like a lifeless puppet.

After a long time, she said to him, "I won't stay with you. Let me go."

Fu Siming held her tightly, as if afraid of losing his most valued treasure.

"I won't let you leave me, never."