Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“You have to tell us if you’re not feeling well. We’ll go to the doctors if your body is not well. We’ll go to the psychologist if you don’t feel well mentally. I just want everything to go well for you.”
Xia Qingyi patted her hand. “I’m fine. I know, I’ll tell you if I don’t feel well.”
After seeing her for the first time in the afternoon yesterday, Xia Qingyi could almost confirm that she was her mother. She naturally relaxed around her as she asked, “Did I have a box last time? I think it was made of metal and is very old. Do you know where it is now?”
“A metal box? Ah… that one… it was very long ago. You liked to place many weird and interesting things in the box when you were young. Though, I can’t remember where we put it when we tidied the things upstairs a few years ago. It might be in the storeroom.”
“Then, I’ll go take a look tomorrow.”
“Why go find it and get dust all over yourself when you might not be able to find it anyways? Don’t look for it. If you want to know about the things that happened in the past, I can tell you.” She seemed not to want Xia Qingyi to find that box.
Xia Qingyi felt that it was a little odd. A big question mark arose in her heart when she saw her mother’s shifting gaze in the cold moonlight.
It seemed like there was something that they were hiding from her.
Now that she thought about it in detail, Han Liang and her mother had not seemed to mention anything about her getting injured. They had only said that it was a kidnap, but what about the reason for the kidnap? Was there no ransom? Why did she get that injured back in F City? Why did she not have any memory of the kidnap?
On the other hand, why was she so familiar with so many details of this house now that she had returned to this place?
The more Xia Qingyi thought about, the more she felt that it was astonishing.
“What’s wrong, Nian Nian?” her mother asked.
“Nothing.” Xia Qingyi replied, “I suddenly feel a little sleepy. I’m going up to sleep.”
She sent her mother back to her room, before she ran up to the second floor to where she had tried to sleep. She turned on the lights and looked at every part of the room again in detail. She was anticipating finding some clues to remember something from the past as they might be helpful for her.
However, she could not remember anything useful even after a few times of looking around the room. She was a little tired as she sat on the floor to tidy up her thoughts, though she did not remember anything.
Xia Qingyi opened the window. A light breeze blew into the room as the cold moonlight shone on her. She leaned against the windowsill as she slowly understood. She could not believe everything that she saw. The more a thing felt like the truth, the higher the possibility that it was an illusion.
The only thing that she could depend on were her memories.
She was sure that the woman downstairs was her mother. The pain she felt in her mind would not lie to her. She was also sure that this house used to be her house. It seemed as though that she was sure about many things, yet it somehow felt odd. Where did it go wrong? What was her mother hiding from her? What exactly had happened in this house?
She wanted to understand everything, yet she did not where to start with her blank memory.
She thought again and again, only falling asleep on the floor when it was 5 A.M with the sky brightening.
On the other hand, Mo Han, who had returned to S City, had also just spent his first night without Xia Qingyi by watching the television on the sofa.
When he was eating alone after returning, he took a while to make himself accept that Xia Qingyi had already returned to the place that she thought was her house.
Mo Han could not understand why Xia Qingyi had not realized that there was something wrong about Han Liang when Xia Qingyi was such an intelligent person? He must have been lying to her, about the marriage and trying to find her!
The more Mo Han thought about it, the angrier he became. He watched television as he could not fall asleep at night. He could not help but to grip the television remote in his hand tightly. When there was no show that he wanted to watch, he threw the television remote on the coffee table. He stood up and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of red wine and a wine glass from the highest shelf.
Xia Qingyi could not drink and he did not really like to drink at home either, which was why he had kept his collection of wine in the highest shelf. He had locked it and stayed away from it for a very long time.
Now that she was not here, Mo Han suddenly had the urge to drink. He held the bottle in one hand and the wine glass in the other as he sat on the sofa again. He poured a small glass for himself, swaying the glass as he slowly sampled the wine in the quiet and lonely night.
