It was impossible for Jiaojiao to not be envious of the big stove.

But he is a big villain, the kind that will hold a grudge against her if she touches him one more time. She has the desire but not the courage to do it, even if the amnesiac villain takes the initiative, she would not dare.

"Xiaozhou, have you recovered your memory today?" Yi Jiaojiao couldn't help but ask.

Xiao Zhou glanced at the extra clothes on her quilt, as if he understood something, and said lightly: "I remember now."

Xiao Jiaojiao sat upright: "What did you remember?"

"We had no choice but to get married because of a misunderstanding, but as we got along, I slowly fell in love with you..."

When Jiaojiao heard this, she knew he was talking nonsense again, but she didn't interrupt him immediately.

There is no way. If you interrupt him when he is wrong, this man may deduce the right answer to you in a moment without actually thinking of it at all.

Being denied again, Xiao Zhou was not upset, but said: "Jiaojiao, I can hold you to sleep. It's cold these days and it's easy to catch a cold."

"No, I'm not cold." Xiao Jiaojiao said this, and honestly covered herself with the thick quilt, put the coat between the two of them, and lay down in it.

It was heavy and oppressive, making it a little hard to breathe, but at least it wasn't as cold.

Xiaozhou was amused by her behavior, but he didn't say anything.

Anyway, he can hug her however he wants after she falls asleep.

But when he hugged her, he found that the woman in his arms was very cold, and no matter how hard he tried to warm her, she was still cold.

If it weren't for her even breathing, he would have thought she...

Jiaojiao had a very long dream.

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…

"Ah, the Xiao family is so pitiful. The whole family is gone."

"Yeah, it wasn't easy for him to get through the hardest days. Xiao Xiao was going to be successful, but this happened to him."

A strange but familiar voice rang in Jiaojiao's ears, and it seemed like a villager she had met several times in Xiaojia Village.

The cold body suddenly became hot, and then the temperature dropped rapidly.

Too cold.

Where is the quilt?

She got up from the grass in a daze.

The ground was wet, as if it had just rained, and it was cold outside. Jiaojiao looked down at her pajamas and couldn't help rubbing them.

The surrounding villagers walked by one by one, but no one saw her. With a blurry and clear image, she recognized that she was still in Xiaojia Village.

When she heard what the villagers said, her face changed. Is this the story point in the novel where something happens to Xiaozhou's family?

Is she dreaming about something in another time and space?

Could she investigate the murderer at the same time, and maybe save Xiaozhou's family from her time and space?

Jiaojiao's eyes suddenly lit up, and she endured the cold and ran towards Xiaozhou's home.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw the hanging red lanterns. Everyone entering and leaving the compound was wearing mourning clothes, and each one had a more solemn look on their faces.

When Jiaojiao walked into the door, she saw a familiar tall figure, who was kneeling on the ground, with Xiao Qianmo, who was crying with red eyes, next to him.

"Brother Xiaozhou, please be more open-minded. Uncle, Auntie, and Yueyue definitely don't want you to be so sad."

"I didn't see them for the last time." Xiao Zhou murmured.

Xiao Qian said a lot of comforting words, but the man didn't say another word. She was finally called away by her mother.

"Xiao Zhou has already married, it's not appropriate for you to always visit him." said a middle-aged woman who looked about 50% similar to Xiao Qian.

Xiao Qian lowered her eyes and muttered: "That woman is not worthy of Brother Xiaozhou at all. Uncle and aunt are in trouble, but she didn't even come to see them..."

Jiaojiao felt cold all over, but her body couldn't help but move forward.

Xiao Zhou was the only one left in the mourning hall, and three photos of Hei Yu were placed together.

Not long ago, they were still alive and well, people who had dinner together.

A loud thunder sounded and heavy rain began to fall outside. Jiaojiao subconsciously looked behind her.

The person who was kneeling on the ground slowly stood up at some point, and the tall figure slowly turned his head.

Jiaojiao looked back with a sense of something.

Xiao Zhou still looked the same as she remembered him, and he was wearing the coat he had bought a few years ago.

And how to describe his eyes? Blood red, crazy, regretful, painful, murderous, and still directed in her direction.

Wait, could he...see her?

The man had walked up to her, and suddenly stretched out a big hand, firmly grasped her neck, and slowly lifted her up.