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"Mom, if one day I regain my memories and stop having strange dreams, would I … "You can leave just like that?" Han Sifeng asked softly.

Since childhood, she had spent every night in the company of her family, including summer camps and trips.

Never traveled alone, never spent the night alone...

Her life, filled by her family, was like living in an ivory tower, not knowing the true color of the outside world.

"What are you talking about? You must always be with your family. No matter what happens, you must never leave. " But Ying Ying hugged Han Sifeng's waist and said firmly.

"Mom. Tell me about your childhood. " Han Sifeng said with a smile after a moment.

She wanted to hear the real story, even if … It was tragic.

Better than false happiness.

"When you were young … Very smart, very assertive. His personality is completely different from what it is now. At that time, Xiao Yun really listened to you. He doesn't dare go further north because of your guidance … "

However, although Yingying's heart was trembling in fear, in the end … He still did not speak the truth.

In her heart, she had always been hoping for a kind of fluke …

He had always hoped that this seemingly peaceful and happy life could last longer, even for a day.

Han Sifeng smiled as he listened to the countless stories he heard when he was young.

In the end, her mother refused … Telling her about the past...

As Xiao Yin worried, some of her memories gradually returned to normal.

Even though he tried his best to suppress it, as he slept, woke up, and was in a daze, more and more segments flashed by.

Dusk had fallen, and the lights of the villa by the sea were still flickering.

After having dinner, Han Sifeng made an excuse to go see the sunset and walked out by himself.

Following the direction of the sunset, they soon arrived at the church.

There was no one in the church tonight.

Han Sifeng sat in the middle row, his heart as empty as a church.

When she closed her eyes, she saw a lot of blood and Han Muyun's crying face …

The memories of the past that he had lost due to his extreme fear began to surface bit by bit.

"Can you pray?"

It was unknown when, but Ouyang Qingxue was standing at the door, quietly watching Han Sifeng sitting alone on a wooden chair.

Han Sifeng kept looking at the crucified statue of Jesus, with the picture of the Virgin Mary in the background.

The Mother of Jesus.

The mother of the victims.

"Will you pray for your future?" Ouyang Qingxue asked as she walked to Han Sifeng's side and sat down, looking at the cross.

"Han Sifeng, you're really boring. Sitting here in a daze and not being able to solve the problem, you really make me anxious." Ouyang Qing Xue replied coquettishly.

Seeing that Han Sifeng still had no reaction, Ouyang Qingxue took out a recording pen from her bag and shook it. A strange smile appeared on her face. "I've specially prepared it for you. You'll definitely like it."

"I have to listen, but I worked hard to record it." Ouyang Qing Xue waited for a moment. When she saw Han Sifeng's wooden appearance, she couldn't help but sigh. She helped her open the recorder before turning to leave.

It took some effort for her to complete this conversation.

As for the recording, it was very simple.

As long as he spent some money, it wouldn't be hard for him to secretly place a camera in the room.

Han Sifeng held the small and exquisite recording pen. He raised his head and looked at the mottled glass window, feeling increasingly uncertain.

"Child, what are you distressed about?"

After an unknown amount of time, a familiar voice sounded. A pair of warm hands rested on Han Sifeng's shoulders as she asked in a soft voice.

Han Sifeng raised his head and saw Ouyang Yu's smiling face through his tears.

The lights in the church were rather dim, and in the dim light, his face seemed to flow like a light painting.

Han Sifeng's hand was holding a recording pen that had been broken in half. She bit her lips and looked at Ouyang Yu's gentle face. Finally, she bent down and leaned against the chair in front of her, tears streaming down her face.

I had wanted to wait until my mother told her herself...

But he didn't expect to use such a method to tell her!

The mottled memories kept coming together …

High Ferris Wheels, happy children, young couples, speeding cars, boys pushed aside, big pools of blood...

From happiness to misfortune, it turned out to be so simple.

Han Sifeng didn't know what else he could do to face them, who had once given her the illusion of happiness …

They who gave her everything and deprived her of everything …

Ouyang Yu took out a small handkerchief with the smell of perfume in it and gently helped her up. He wiped away the tears on her face and frowned slightly. Finally, he stopped smiling. "Is someone bullying Xiao Feng?"

Of course he knew what had happened.

Everything that Ouyang Qing Xue had done was done right under his nose.

However, Ouyang Yu didn't stop him and didn't interfere.

He just stood downstream and picked up his loot.

"Talk to me," Ouyang Yu saw that Han Sifeng's tears couldn't stop falling. His extremely beautiful black eyes no longer had a smile on them and instead, a hint of worry appeared. "Han Sifeng, speak."

Although he'd used Qing Xue to achieve his goals, Ouyang Yu's heart still ached when he saw Han Sifeng's appearance.

However, everything that Ouyang Qing Xue had done today, Ouyang Yu would make her repay it ten times over.

Han Sifeng looked at him with empty eyes, his heart was also empty.

It was as if the man in front of her was just air, and her gaze could easily pass through his face.

If there really was a god, how wonderful it would be!

At the very least, Han Sinfeng's earnest prayer could give her some comfort.

But... The cross above the church stood silently. No matter how many people prayed or cried, it would always stand still and still.

"Speak." Ouyang Yu's frown deepened as he suddenly grabbed Han Sifeng's face and kissed him.

Sorry, her tear-stained face is just too cute …

It carried a delicate and strong feeling, like a field of grey thorns blooming red flowers, which made one want to pick it.

Ouyang Yu's lips felt soft and tender, her lips were unbelievably soft.

As for Han Sifeng, he looked into Ye Zichen's eyes and did not avoid them.

Even if he kissed her, she didn't feel anything, as if he were just transparent air.

It was only a few seconds before Ouyang Yu released Han Xifeng. He didn't want to lose his composure here and go any further.

"Feng, if you don't say anything, I will strip you of all your clothes." Ouyang Yu deliberately said.

Han Sifeng still stared at him without blinking.

Ouyang Yu knew that this was unbearable for her. It had overturned all of her life for the past ten years. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't be able to accept such a life of hers.

But the truth was right here. If she didn't face it now, she would face it when she was 18.

Because it was said that the will... The lawyer wouldn't announce it until her eighteenth birthday.

Unfortunately, Han Muyun couldn't wait for her to turn eighteen.

When Ouyang Yu saw Han Sifeng's expression, he knew he had already won.

He had used Ouyang Qingxue to defeat Han Sifeng.

"Little Feng." Ouyang Yu's hand moved toward her shoulder.

"Wow …" Han Sifeng suddenly reached out and hugged him, burying his face in his white shirt as he cried.

"Sorry …" "Let me hug you, just for a few minutes..." Han Si Feng buried his head in his chest and said while sobbing.

Ouyang Yu's body stiffened slightly as he moved his hand towards Han Sifeng's waist, seemingly hesitating.

"Feng, what happened?" Ouyang Yuwen asked even though he knew the answer.

Han Sifeng shook his head lightly, tears had long wetted a large portion of his white shirt.

In this world, the last person he relied on was actually not his own relative. It was truly a sad thing to see.

Ouyang Yu didn't say anything else. He tightened his arms around her waist and tightly embraced her.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Sifeng's eyes were so dry that there were no tears left. He pushed the man away and lowered his head. "Sorry, I …" "My mood is a bit bad …"

In the end, he did not want to reveal his pitiful state in front of outsiders.

Especially... A member of the Ouyang Family.

"What is this?" Ouyang Yu grabbed Han Sifeng's right hand, which was filled with a recording pen that had already been cut in two. "Is it because you're in a bad mood?"

Just as Han Sifeng was about to shake his head, his wrist felt numb. The recording pen in his hand had already landed in his hand.

Seeing the tears on his white shirt, Han Sifeng turned his head apologetically and whispered, "…" I'll go back first. Thanks for your shoulder. "

In any case, that recording pen had been scrapped, so it had no meaning to Han Sifeng.

Han Sifeng stood up and was about to leave when he suddenly stopped.

She saw Han Muyun standing in front of the church.

He stood in the shadow of the doorway, like a tall bamboo tree.

"He has been here for a long time." Ouyang Yu said in a low voice behind Han Sifeng, "I've been standing there the entire time."

Of course he saw it, he just didn't remind him on purpose.

Han Sifeng's dry eyes turned blurry again. He rubbed his eyes and walked out of the church.

When he brushed past her, Han Muyun suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed Han Sifeng's wrist, "Han Sifeng."

Han Muyun had already sensed that something was amiss, but he was constantly being pestered by Qing Xue, making it impossible for him to find out what exactly was going on.

"Idiot." Han Sifeng said in a low voice. Taking the chance when he was stunned, he retracted his hand and walked forward.

Unexpectedly … That he was an idiot.

A trace of panic and pain flashed across Han Muyun's eyes.

How he knew Han Sifeng.

She only said two words, but Han Muyun instantly understood … Knowing that something had happened, it was too late to stop him.

This is... Han Sifeng, who was six years old, loved to talk to him.

Idiot...

Xiao Yun, you are such an idiot...

Xiao Yun, you're an idiot. When are you smarter than me? Then you can marry me …

Xiao Yun, hurry up and be smart. One day when you call me an idiot, I'll marry you!

Xiao Yun, I dreamt that you were smarter than me. You can protect me and make me an idiot so that I don't have to worry about being bullied …

The Han Sifeng of his childhood was so smart, so cute and kind. He was always teased, always willing to be bullied by her …

It wasn't until the accident that she was no longer the nimble and sensitive Little Wind like she used to be …