"Life after life, I will not die!"
"ah!"
Song Yaoyao's body trembled suddenly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
She seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, her whole body was terribly cold. When the body wakes up, the soul seems to be still trapped in that treacherous and bloody dream.
That dream was full of blood and curses.
"Are you having nightmares again?"
"call-"
Song Yaoyao trembled, and snuggled deeper into Huo Yunque's arms.
"It's okay, sweetie."
The warm and generous palm gently patted her back, and the voice close to her ear was low and gentle. The invisible comfort seemed to follow his hand and penetrate into her body.
Even the beating heart slowly calmed down.
She licked her lips, "Brother, I want to drink water."
Huo Yunque stood up and wanted to pour water, but found that the corner of his clothes was being grabbed, he paused, and shook his head helplessly, "You—"
After finishing the sentence, he bent down fondly to pick up Song Yaoyao, and took her to pour water together.
On the sofa, Song Yaoyao nestled in Huo Yunque's arms and sipped water, her pale face gradually turned a little bloody.
Huo Yunque took a towel and wiped the sweat off her forehead, "What dream did you have again?"
Song Yaoyao lowered her eyelashes and held a water glass, "It's a terrible dream, and it's also absurd."
It's ridiculous to think about it.
This time, she clearly saw the faces of the three people in the dream.
The water glass was taken away from her hand, and Song Yaoyao spread her hand.
Her palms are small and soft, with white and delicate palms. It looks like the kind of pampered ones who have never done heavy work.
Clean and spotless.
But she can still recall the feeling of sticky warm blood covering her entire palm in the dream.
She has been in a daze since she woke up, as if she had lost her soul.
Huo Yunque silently kissed her hair, stretched out his hand to cover her eyes, "I don't want to, everything is up to me, huh?"
Song Yaoyao grabbed his hand and pulled it down to play with.
"It's a really strange dream, it's so real... so real, I even think it happened for real."
She never told anyone that she lost a memory.
So, could this dream be the missing part of her
…
In the dream it was pouring rain, Song Yaoyao can still recall the feeling of palpitation when the thunder sounded. The rain was heavy, as if a hole had been broken in the sky.
However, in reality, it looks like the sun rises in the morning, the sky is clear and the temperature is suitable.
Song Yaoyao stood on the stairs and looked out. The servants were cleaning, and Uncle Zhang was shuttling through the hall, directing something solemnly. The sunlight jumped in from the window and fell on the clean floor, refracting brilliant brilliance.
Dreams are grotesque, twisted, bloody.
Reality is clean, warm and bright.
Dreams and dreams are two completely different worlds.
It's been too long, Song Yaoyao thought, it's time for her to get out of her comfort zone.
…
hospital, ward.
The small fruit knife peeled off the peel flexibly in Song Yaoyao's hands. She cut the peeled apples into small pieces and put them on the fruit plate, holding a long string of unbroken peels to play with.
Xu Yue ate very slowly, taking only a minute or two to finish a piece of apple.
"Why did you think of investigating Song Jingwan?"
Song Yaoyao smiled but did not answer, "Who told you? Huo Jiu?"
"cough-"
Xu Yue's expression was inexplicable, she was slightly embarrassed, "I overheard it, don't blame him."
"Oh?" Song Yaoyao threw away the peel, leaned forward suddenly, and looked at Xu Yue with her chin resting, "Are you begging for him? What's the relationship between you two?"
Her eyes were burning, and her eyes were black and white, as if nothing could escape her eyes.
Xu Yue's eyes flickered, and he spat out two words, "Enemy!"
"Then I should punish him even more. I can't do such a small thing well, and my professional level has dropped." Song Yaoyao asked Xu Yue, with a smile or not, "What do you think, should he be whipped? Or is it better to fire him directly? "
"Why—" Xu Yue's eyelids twitched, and he turned his head quickly, meeting Song Yaoyao's smiling eyes. Now, why didn't she understand that she was being tricked? "you're so boring!"
There is simply too much to say.
"Yeah, it's really boring recently."
Song Yaoyao sat back and didn't tease Xu Yue anymore. She hadn't forgotten that Xu Yue was still injured, and her mood shouldn't fluctuate.
"Tuk tuk." There was a knock on the door outside.
Song Yaoyao turned her head and saw a black figure through the glass on the door.
She stood up and greeted Xu Yue casually, "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."
Xu Yue always felt that Song Yaoyao was hiding something in her heart, she moved her lips, but finally said nothing, just nodded.
Song Yaoyao has always been a person who doesn't like to keep things in her heart. If there is anything that can make her feel distressed, it must be a big problem that cannot be solved.
Even if she couldn't solve it, even if Xu Yue knew, she probably wouldn't be able to help.
"Miss Song."
Huo Jiu handed the document to Song Yaoyao, and quickly glanced through the glass into the ward.
Xu Yue was also looking in this direction curiously, the eyes of the two met through the glass, almost instantly, their eyes seemed to be scalded, Xu Yue turned her head and pulled up the quilt to cover her head.
Huo Jiu: "..."
"What about upstairs?"
Huo Jiu immediately returned to his senses, bowed his head and said respectfully: "It has been prepared according to your instructions, and the surveillance in the ward has also been turned off."
"Then let's go."
…
The corridor was quiet, and there was no one on the twelfth floor as far as the eye could see.
It seems to be cut off from the whole world, abandoned by the world.
"Click—"
After the slight sound of the door opening, the world fell silent again.
Therefore, every sound will be infinitely amplified.
The chair was dragged and finally stopped in front of the hospital bed, with the rustling sound of the cloth rubbing against it.
Zhou Manli rolled her eyes under her sunken eyelids.
Song Yaoyao didn't seem to notice. After finishing all this, she opened the file bag in her hand.
Zhou Manli opened her eyes and saw her start to scream. If Song Yaoyao could hear her words clearly, she was sure that what she said must be some unbearable vicious curses.
"Don't worry about it, I have taken away your bodyguards and nurses, and there are only two of us in the entire twelfth floor."
Song Yaoyao smiled and flicked through the photos. On it was a photo of Zhou Manli and Song Jingwan.
"How old is Song Jingwan at this time? Eight years old? Nine years old?" Song Yaoyao held up the photo and showed it to Zhou Manli.
Zhou Manli was still cursing, and when her eyes touched the photo, she dodged for a moment, and then her voice became sharper, extremely unpleasant.
"She is the same as me. Does she have a heart attack?"
"Ah—" Zhou Manli opened her mouth, a word stuck in her throat, and stared at her with wide eyes.
It's good, it's quiet.
Song Yaoyao became even more curious, "But the information I got shows that Song Jingwan has always been in good health. So, in which world did Song Jingwan get this heart disease?" She raised the corners of her lips, smiling innocently and ignorant of the world .