Chapter 184

The sky is getting darker, from the original purple has become a deep blue.

An hour.

Two hours.

three hours.

But Zhou Xingchen didn't move at all, and didn't even send a message.

Liang Jia frowned and walked around the room, looking at the sky becoming dim gradually. Her anxiety added a fire, and she had no idea for a moment.

Although she has just known someone for a few days, Liang Jia can't help worrying. In her eyes, Zhou Xingchen is overbearing and unreasonable, but in his behavior these days, he really loves her.

And this kind of love, also let Liang Jia believe that they used to be very love lovers.

She bit her lip and looked at the sky outside. She could only meditate in her heart. Zhou Xingchen came back quickly.

But she did not expect that when Zhou Xingchen entered the forest, he would not return all night! Even in the early hours of the next day, there was still no news.

This, Liang Jia finally panic, can't help, her head still some pain, but also can't wait, she put on slippers to run downstairs counter.

It was a night, a whole night! He didn't even hear from me.

If she hadn't waited for Zhou Xingchen to fall asleep in the middle of the night, she would have found that Zhou Xingchen didn't come back so late! Maybe we can find someone to look for him in time

Just after six o'clock in the morning, Liang Jia stood barefoot in front of the counter to call the police station. It seemed that she had just gone to work, and the people on the other end of the phone were still sleepy and didn't seem to wake up.

"Hello, I want to report the case now. Yesterday my husband went up the mountain to look for the ring, but he hasn't come back yet." Liang Jia frowned and looked around the crowd at the door, hoping to see Zhou Xingchen. Unfortunately, she was disappointed again.

The person on the other end of the line is a little absent-minded. It seems that this has happened not once or twice: "OK, what's your husband's name? Let's register. We may need you to make a record with us later. "

record? It's all this time. Where can I take notes with them?

Liang Jia bit her lip, hoping that the police would help her: "Zhou Xingchen, his name is Zhou Xingchen."

The person on the other end of the phone was obviously surprised. He was silent for a while. When he wanted to ask something more, he found that Liang Jia had hung up and didn't respond.

As soon as Liang Jia hung up, she immediately ran up the stairs to put on her shoes left on the stairs. Then she couldn't wait to go into the forest to find Zhou Xingchen.

If she knew that Zhou Xingchen did not come back after a night, she would not let Zhou Xingchen look for the ring! Blame her... She should stop him, if she should stand in the same place and threaten him not to go, or go in with him.

So you don't have to wait here.

Has something happened to him

Thinking of this possibility, Liang Jia's face became paler.

No, it won't be... He'll be fine

She stretched out her hand and broke the thorns. It was almost noon, and the sunlight gradually covered the whole forest. It was like a fairyland in the world. But Liang Jia had no time to enjoy those. She just wanted to see Zhou Xingchen appear in front of her.

She didn't expect that she would sleep in the waiting, but now it's useless to say anything... Zhou Xingchen, no longer knows where she is.

Her hands were a little stiff. She looked at the deep path in front of her, and saw the sunlight spreading from one end to the other. There was no one on the top of the mountain, and the wind was blowing gently. However, in the huge forest, she was the only one.

There was a dead silence around.

Liang Jia stood there, feeling as if there was a cold wind blowing through her body.

All of a sudden, she looked at the trees in the forest. Her head was a little dizzy. She grabbed the tall branch beside her and shook her head, but it was obvious that such a move had no effect.

She reached out and struggled to sit down against the branch.

Stretched out the white fingers also become shaking up, Liang Jia's psychological cry is not good, but the body slowly become weak.

Don't

She doesn't want to faint here... Zhou Xingchen hasn't found it yet

The hand holding the branch glided down gradually, and Liang Jia finally couldn't control it and fell down to the soft soil on the ground

Before I close my eyes, there are the shaking leaves, the silent wind, and the figure running over in a trance.Is that you Xing Chen?

Liang Jia's mouth slightly tilted, as if to see Zhou Xingchen toward her figure, showing a smile, finally fell asleep in the past.

It's dark.

Zhou Xingchen wriggled his frown and came down the mountain tired.

He raised his head and looked at the forest where the sunlight was gradually strong. He took another look at some empty palms and squinted around.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if he can't find it now. As long as the ring is still on the mountain, he will find it even if he digs three feet.

But now, don't want to let Jia Er worry for him, had to give up for a while.

With his eyes closed, he restrained his embarrassed expression and walked up to the town.

I don't know what happened to her... Is she worried about him

Thinking of her bright and moving look at him on the mountain last night, Zhou Xingchen felt a little relieved. Although she lost her memory and didn't remember him now, at least... Her feelings for him are deepening day by day. This shows that the days when she fell in love with him are not far away, right?

They will love each other again, he thought.

It's a long way back to the room. Zhou Xingchen's mouth is full of a smile. He sweeps the exhaustion on the mountain and pushes the door open.

It's just

The room was a dead silence, only the open window was lightly breezed.

And the room was empty.

Zhou Xingchen's face turned white and his brows were frowning

Yesterday, he clearly told her not to run around. Where did she go? Even if she lost her memory, Jia'er dealt with things in a proper way

He frowned and turned downstairs.

In the hospital.

There was silence in the ward. The man sat beside the woman and gazed at the comatose woman. His big hand stroked her skin gently, and one hand gently pulled her curly brown hair behind his ear.

Then she held her soft hand tightly.

On the bed, there was a woman who was sleeping with her eyes closed.

The woman was only in her twenties. With her eyes closed, her almost transparent skin turned white. Her seaweed like curls were gently scattered on her shoulders, and her eyebrows were tightly frowning. It seemed that something bad had happened.

Her hand is still, let the man hold, seems to be isolated from the world, like waiting for an old friend from afar, waiting for him to wake her up.