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Lin Cheng turned over with great effort and lay on his back. The glaring sunlight forced him to close his eyes.

Almost at the moment he climbed out, the wooden door was slammed shut, sending up a cloud of flying ash that fell all over his face.

Lin Cheng no longer had the strength to wipe the dust off his face.

He just lay on the ground like a dying fish.

……

"Grandpa, it doesn't hurt. Xiaoxue doesn't feel any pain."

The little girl's eyes were a little red and wet.

It was as if he was trying hard not to let the tears fall.

But she still tried to smile and denied the pain, not wanting to worry those who cared about her.

The moment she looks over, one's heart will instantly become soft like a cloud, but when one sees the pain in her eyes, it will shatter into pieces.

At this moment, Grandpa Jiang, Mother Jiang and Uncle Zhou who were surrounding her were feeling the same way.

After asking, we found out that the little girl's name was Lin Xue.

When Lin Xue was unconscious, Jiang Wan had already told these three people about her experiences. Now, the three of them looked at Lin Xue with particularly loving eyes.

The doctor had already given her a full body examination and applied the best special ointment on her face. Before leaving, he repeatedly assured her that after using the medicine, there would be no scars on Lin Xue's face.

But the specific medicine is not a miracle drug, and waiting for healing is a long process.

Grandpa Jiang is old and easily sentimental. He turned his back to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, then turned around and said with a smile: "Xiaoxue, are you hungry?"

"Grandpa, I'm not hungry."

Lin Xue responded sweetly, and as if to prove that she was really not hungry, she even shook her little head.

Shaking the head will cause the skin on the face to move together, which is undoubtedly a heavy blow to Lin Xue's bruised cheeks.

Her pale lips turned even paler, and Jiang's mother was so frightened that she quickly held her down. Her voice was a little choked up, "Xiaoxue, if you are hungry, you must tell your aunt."

Lin Xue was very obedient, "Okay."

There was always a faint smile on her face, gentle yet firm.

The face was clearly covered in scars, with only the eyes and lips intact, but it was so beautiful that it was incomparable and could not be described in words.

It seems that this beauty does not belong to the human world.

"Grandpa, do you have anything else to say? Xiaoxue is a little sleepy."

Lin Xue yawned slightly, looking very sleepy, and was about to close her eyes the next second.

Perhaps falling asleep would help her forget the pain. Grandpa Jiang and the other two did not have the heart to disturb her sleep, but there was one thing they had not done yet.

The three of them looked at each other, not daring to look each other in the eyes.

"Grandpa? Aunt? Uncle Zhou?"

The little person on the bed seemed to be too sleepy to stand up, but was still trying hard not to close his eyelids.

The situation was urgent. Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang looked at each other and formed a temporary alliance. They decided to unite to face the "outside" and transfer the pressure to Uncle Zhou.

Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang: You are the housekeeper, you go and ask.

Uncle Zhou, who received their message, said: "...Okay, I really owed you Jiang family in my previous life."

He closed his eyes resignedly, and when he opened them again, he quickly adjusted his state.

I saw: Uncle Zhou moved the skin and flesh on his face, and his old face almost turned into a chrysanthemum with smile.

His voice became more and more rough, mixed with a bit of artificial sweetness. He asked: "Xiaoxue, do you remember what happened before you fell into a coma?"

Hearing this voice, Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang shuddered at the same time.

So...so scary.

"Can not remember."

Lin Xue's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, but it was still loud enough for the three of them to hear.

After saying that, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Almost in an instant, the smile on Uncle Zhou's face disappeared. He glanced at Mr. Jiang and Mother Jiang resentfully, then left while rubbing his sore cheeks.

Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang's eyes met, and then they quickly looked away.

"Hey, I haven't taken the medicine the doctor prescribed for me yet. Look at my memory. If I don't take it now, I will miss the treatment."

Old Master Jiang walked out, leaning on a cane.

I no longer feel weak or out of breath. I don’t need anyone to support me when walking and I can go down to the second floor easily.

"Yes, yes, I haven't washed my clothes yet. If I don't wash them now, they won't dry."

Jiang's mother said she wanted to do the laundry, but she ran straight downstairs and into the kitchen.

The nanny, who was sweeping the floor in the living room, heard the voices and looked in the direction of the sound.

She looked at Jiang's mother's back curiously, then raised her head to look at the clock hanging on the wall.

After taking one look, she looked again uncertainly.

You read that right, one o'clock in the afternoon.

She turned sideways again and looked toward the window. The sun was shining brightly outside.

It's summer now, and if she remembered correctly, the weather station issued a high temperature warning this morning.

Why do we go to the kitchen to do the laundry?

Why can't I wash clothes now? Yes, I can.

If you hang thin summer clothes on the balcony, they will dry in less than an hour.

Besides, the lady doesn’t have to do the laundry herself; that’s the job of the nanny.

Also, the old man had clearly drunk the medicine, and it was the water she helped pour. She saw the old man drink the medicine with her own eyes.

The nanny was a little confused. It was possible that the old man had a bad memory, but the lady was unlikely to be that bad...

Could it be that Madam's menopause has come early?

She went upstairs with a broom, looking puzzled, but couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried.

The door was gently closed from the outside, and Lin Xue's thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

……

"Wanwan, do you think she really lost her memory?"

Xiaoxing turned over and looked at Lin Xue on the bed curiously.

Jiang Wan was pruning flower branches in the living room. The Jiang family's house was decorated in a very unique way, and the window of the living room faced the garden outside.

In the garden, all kinds of flowers are competing with each other in beauty and blooming their beauty in summer.

Jiang Wan glanced at the garden, then lowered his head and looked away, continuing to trim the excess branches and leaves.

She looked intently at the flowers in the vase without looking up. "Maybe it's real, or maybe it's fake."

Xiaoxing: "...It's the same whether I said it or not."

It's really like listening to your words, just like listening to a conversation.

Forget it, it was all in vain.

Just when it was losing interest and was about to give up on this question, it heard a cold and indifferent female voice again.

"What does it matter whether it's true or not? If she wants to remember, she remembers. If she doesn't want to remember, she doesn't remember."

Xiaoxing was stunned for a moment when he heard this answer.

"Too."

It turned over again, as if nothing had happened, opened a bag of tomato-flavored potato chips and started eating. The system space was filled with the sound of "crunching".

Jiang Wan was a person who didn't like noise, but he didn't say anything.

She was just concentrating on trimming the beautiful lilies blooming in front of her.

After trimming the flowers, she carried the vase to Lin Xue's room and placed it on the cabinet beside her bed.

Lin Xue was sleeping soundly on the bed, her chest rising and falling slightly.

The fragrance of lilies can calm the mind and help you sleep.

Jiang Wan tucked Lin Xue's quilt in and whispered, "Have a sweet dream, you should be a bright and beautiful little angel."