Chapter 251

Liang Jia's consciousness is vague, her headache is about to burst, every minute and every second she wants to get rid of this pain, she doesn't know where she is going, where she can exist, and where she comes from.

There was a mess in her head, and many fragments of her thoughts flashed through her mind.

They are fighting, they are fighting, they are shouting.

She can only walk aimlessly, can only walk along this road, it seems that only in this way can she find the answer, can she sober up a little, and can she find the destination.

It's very cold in the street of Yiyi. It's empty. There are few people who want to go out. It's cloudy today. The weather makes her feel more anxious and makes her depressed.

The cold wind blew up her curly hair, and finally she was able to suppress those struggling thoughts in her heart and wake up. She stood in the middle of the street, did not know where to go, but the next second, she was stunned in place.

The body was stiff for a moment, as if some force was pulling her mind.

The cold wind suddenly poured into her chest from the open coat. She suddenly felt that she couldn't breathe. She stood in the same place and looked across the road at Zhou Xingchen and Ren Chengyan.

The wind is piercing cold. For a moment, she thought she was going to freeze to death in the street.

She just looked at him quietly, watching him get out of the car, and want to walk into the hotel with the woman. His face rippled with a smile, and then he was suddenly interrupted by a phone call.

When did they get together? Did it start with the phone call he made in his room? I can't go shopping with her. There's something important. Is that what I mean?

It turns out that Xia qin'er wants to tell her that it's true. Maybe his true love is Ren Chengyan.

Those in the dream cycle of countless dreams, the woman's face in an instant and Ren Chengyan coincidence, she suddenly felt, maybe this is the truth.

The one he loves, not her.

Liang Jiading looked at it, and her mind rolled for thousands of times. Her eyes seemed to be covered with fog. She didn't know what the person at the other end of the phone said. Zhou Xingchen's face became very bad. Then he suddenly looked up.

The air suddenly became silent. She could hear the wind blowing in her ears. The weather was so cold that it seemed to freeze everyone.

She suddenly lowered her head, pulled a little invisible smile, and made a low laugh.

She turned around, and suddenly didn't want Zhou Xingchen to see her embarrassed appearance, didn't want to appear in front of him, she began to run like crazy, just want to avoid Zhou Xingchen, avoid those things that make her headache more severe.

It was like an illusion. When he ran across the street from the vehicle and stood where Liang Jia had just stood, Zhou Xingchen could not see another person in the empty street.

His heart suddenly seized, a heart more and more uneasy.

He turned and ran forward, hoping to see the petite figure of the woman, but he was disappointed. From the beginning to the end of the street, Liang Jia seemed to have never been here,

Only the wind, slowly blowing through the streets.

Zhou Xingchen gritted his teeth and refused to believe that Liang Jia would be lost under his nose.

Liang Jia walks aimlessly, like a puppet without thought. Her head is still in severe pain. After experiencing those things, she doesn't know where to go, and she doesn't want to go back to see Zhou Xingchen.

The road of this city is seventy-eight thousand turns. She is walking slowly. I don't know how long it took her to stop. The struggle of those thoughts in her mind has never stopped. She has been occupying her head and refuses to relax.

She raised her head slightly and looked at the vast sky. It was almost evening. She was a little tired and her mind was finally calmed.

She looked up. There was no light around her. She didn't know where she was. She only knew that she was in the suburbs. She had a strong intuition that she had to come here, as if this was her home, where she had existed.

The path was a little dark, and the fence was covered with vines. Liang Jia looked up and saw the characters "Yifang orphanage" carved on the board of the small courtyard in front of her, which was very bright in the dark night.

Liang Jia's heart doesn't know why she can't help but settle down. She knows that it must be the answer she wants. Maybe all the secrets are hidden in it.

But every time she took a step forward, she could feel that the figure of the man was more and more clear, and the voices of those clamors were more and more indifferent.It's very quiet around, and Liang Jia's state of mind also begins to become peaceful. Just suddenly, a male voice breaks the silence and Liang Jia's sense of peace.

With the sound of footsteps, came a husky male voice.

"Jiajia."

Liang Jia turns her head and sees Ouyang Ye walking slowly towards her. She looks at him suspiciously and says, "Why are you here?"

His feet

Ouyang Ye sees her staring at his feet and knows what Liang Jia is wondering. He just comes near and doesn't answer her. He looks at her cold face gently.

"My feet are good. I went abroad for treatment and prosthesis. Now it's the same as before." Ouyang Ye's eyes are fond of laughing. His eyes are a little deep and cover up the light at the bottom of his eyes.

He didn't answer her. Just now, he saw her in the street by accident and followed her all the way here.

Seeing that her condition seems to be not very good, Ouyang Ye does not dare to rush forward to disturb her, but at the moment, seeing that her expression is relaxed, he dares to come forward to talk to her.

Liang Jia's expression is still like that. It seems that it hasn't changed much because of the appearance of Ouyang Ye. She turns her head coldly and doesn't look at Ouyang ye any more. Her voice becomes colder and colder: "Ouyang ye, I remember that day I was downstairs in my house. I've already said it, and it's clear enough."

"I don't want you to disturb me again. My life has been returned to you. Now I don't owe you anything."

Liang Jia no longer looked at him, turned around and wanted to go into the orphanage. Her voice was faint and she couldn't hear any emotion: "you go."

Liang Jia's face is colder and looks straight at Ouyang Ye.

The big hand holds Liang Jia's hand tightly and doesn't let her move a bit. Ouyang Ye's eyes are deep and he stares at Liang Jia for a moment. His voice is hoarse and seems to be filled with almost desperate sadness.

"Jiajia, you know me. I won't give up on you."

Fingers clenched Liang Jia's wrist and tightened again. He pursed his lips and lowered his eyes: "those things I used to do were wrong, but I will try my best to change them for you."

He had a hard voice, and he had some difficulty in spitting those words out of his throat.

Liang Jia narrowed her eyes and started to smile like a self mockery. She remembered those days when she was followed and imprisoned, and when she was stabbed in the back. How sad those days were for her!

She suddenly shakes off Ouyang Ye's hand, but it's a pity that Ouyang Ye holds her hand so hard that she can't loosen it at all.