Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

After leaving the tea room, Ye Kong walked towards the auction venue with his hat brim lowered in a low-key manner, while taking out his mobile phone to take a look.

There were two missed calls on the screen, both from Wen Can.

She stared at it for a few seconds, then finally put her phone away.

She roughly knew what the other party wanted to ask, such as where she was now... Because she was planning to make a big move in Nangang this time, she had no intention of continuing to conceal her identity, and naturally did not leave any backup plans in the coffee shop in case someone came looking for her.

The people who left Wen Can in Yuzhou must have noticed that she was missing.

Wen Can must have had some guesses about where she was going.

Then, her not answering the phone was already an answer - it meant that she didn't want to communicate the current situation.

Besides that, she was a bit confused.

The memory that had just returned was too tragic, and it also concealed the fact that she had broken her promise for many years. Even someone like Ye Kong, who had never done anything wrong to anyone, couldn't help but feel guilty and didn't know how to start the conversation.

Plus, she hasn’t dealt with Qin Wu yet—in fact, she knew the result of the paternity test without even looking at it.

She wouldn't care even if Qin Wu revealed the items at the auction. After all, who wouldn't want to see a rubbish like Wen Rong, who was so fat-headed, so cruel and ruthless, lose face and have his image ruined?

But she knew Wen Can had his own plans.

Although she didn't know what his plan was, out of some subtle desire to protect him, she didn't want anyone to ruin his plan - if it wasn't for this, in order to stabilize Qin Wu, she wouldn't necessarily have to come here in person to deal with the Qin family.

But at least the harvest was huge.

Anyway, think of a good excuse before confessing to Wen Can, and tell him Ms. Chi's last words that were lost seven years ago. He must be very curious...

-

The girl's steps suddenly stopped.

In the flower corridor leading to the auction venue, the light and shadow separated by the branches and vines fell on her, casting a dim shadow under the brim of her hat.

Ye Kong's expression also froze in this shadow, her mouth slightly pursed, her eyes motionless - she suddenly remembered something.

Wen Can...don't you remember her?

She had clearly stated her name seven years ago.

Leaf of leaf, hollow of hollow.

She said the same thing seven years later.

But why didn't he react? It was as if they didn't know each other? Did he also lose his memory?

……

Well, it seems possible.

After all, he almost died at the time, and his concussion must have been very serious, so it is normal that he can't remember anything.

Or maybe he was already on the verge of coma when she said her name, so he might not have heard it clearly at all.

Thinking of this, the girl blinked and began to breathe slowly again.

She continued to walk forward, but her steps were much slower, and her face under the mask looked thoughtful.

But...what if he remembers everything?

If he remembers my existence but pretends not to remember...why is that?

Is it because he doesn't want to recall the pain of that day?

After all, even someone as cold-hearted as her would find that scene too cruel and horrifying, not to mention that he was an eyewitness and a survivor...so he might also want to avoid that day.

When faced with great pain, humans are always willing to choose to forget. This is not cowardice or weakness, but an instinct of self-protection.

Only by forgetting the details and the current emotions can we avoid returning to that moment countless times in our long life, and feeling palpitations and despair countless times because of that familiar scene.

That's why he didn't want to recognize me.

...But, if this is true, then doesn't it mean...

Have I become the switch for his tragic memories?

-

The girl stopped again.

She had walked out of the flower gallery and came under the eaves where no sunlight could reach.

She lowered her head, looking a little dazed.

- If he remembers me and wants to avoid remembering me, does that mean that every time he sees me, he will think of the car accident? Every time he talks to me, he will go back to the explosion?

-

She was shocked by this terrible thought.

For the first time ever, I felt helpless.

The girl frowned and thought in annoyance: No, I don’t want to be the switch of his pain.

I want to be the switch that makes him happy and joyful.

But how to do it?

Take him for desensitization treatment? But he didn't say he was allergic to me.

Or should I take him to create more good and happy memories, so that he can associate me with happy images? In this regard, with my creativity, it shouldn't be a big problem.

How about I give him the copyright of "Flower of the Galaxy"?

Or, I write a letter to his mother, sign 10,000 copies and burn them? Isn't she my fan? And a crazy fan. If he can get my autograph and handwritten letter to give to his mother, he should be happy, right?

what else……

No—no no no—wait, what am I thinking?

Under the eaves outside the flower gallery, the girl wearing a mask and a hat stood there as if she had suddenly fallen ill, raising her hands and slapping her head hard - as if to suppress these chaotic thoughts, she actually looked a little crazy.

“I’m obviously an atheist!”

Ye Kong murmured in shock: "I am just thinking about something crazy..."

She suddenly stopped breathing for several seconds.

Without warning and very forcefully, an image popped into my mind.

A young man in a torn T-shirt was lying on a chair, talking to him about what it meant to love someone.

"Liking someone is specific. It's not just a general 'I hope you're happy'. Instead, I will subconsciously use my brain to imagine the picture of your happiness, the plot of your happiness, and the way of your happiness. For example, if I like you, I hope I can have a good sleep tonight without dreaming or waking up in the morning."

"For example, I like you, so I hope that the apple you eat this afternoon is big, crisp and sweet, and you can't help laughing while eating it."

“The more specific it is, the more I like it.”

"Because the brain will not imagine the details of the happiness of a person you don't like. Brain cells are precious and very selfish - only when imagining a person's happiness makes you happy, will it be willing to construct a picture and construct logic."

"And if you have considered various possibilities of happiness for another person, and even imagined specific scenes, then you must like him."

·

The wind blowing through the flower corridor brought with it a faint fragrance, and faint sounds of exclamations could be heard from afar.

And outside the flower gallery, under the eaves, in the shadows.

The girl who had been motionless like a stone suddenly put down her hand, raised her head, and stared ahead with lifeless eyes: "Is this love?"

"I like Wen Can?"

It’s not “hoping that I can like it”, it’s not “imagining that I like it”, and it’s not “imitating others’ liking it”.

But it was real, coming from Ye Kong, from her very being, from the brain to the heart, from the cells to the nerves, all spontaneous, involuntary, unconsciously, real love?

The flow of air seemed to have changed.

I don't know whether it will become hot or cold or hot and cold.

In short, the girl felt like she was alone in another chaotic world at this moment, and silent but huge changes were taking place in her whole being.

The blood is boiling, the heart is beating wildly, the pulse is beating, and the temples are throbbing.

Like some strange animal that had learned to breathe for the first time and felt the wind and light for the first time, she stood there rooted to the ground with her face flushed and her feet planted, hearing the dizzying sound of bells coming from the world inside her body.

It was as if someone was sighing, then smiling and applauding her.

"congratulations."

"It's fixed."

·

“I remember I never promised…”

Suddenly, there was the sound of a wheelchair rolling around the corner. Coupled with the familiar cool tone, Ye Kong, whose face was still flushed, jumped up instantly. When she turned her head and glanced at the corner of the wheelchair that was turning around, she had already rushed into the house quickly as if by reflex.

After hiding herself, she held her pounding heart and listened attentively to the noise outside with bated breath.