I Transmigrated and Became the Great Master's Beloved

She was originally the third young lady of the Gong family, with a delicate and weak constitution since childhood. After being accidentally framed and falling into dire straits, a spiritual divine ...

Chapter 11 I'm sorry, I forgot you; I'm sorry, I miss you!

Gong Ning secretly stuck out her tongue a few times and quickly followed.

The room was decorated in a very feminine style, with a soft and girlish feel. After looking around for a while, Gong Ning inadvertently blurted out her true thoughts.

Which is Yan Jingzhou's bedroom?

The moment she asked the question, Gong Ning regretted it and wanted to bite her tongue off.

This sense of regret was especially intense when she saw the teasing smile in the kind and gentle eyes of Butler An.

Butler An said with a smile, "Sir's room is right next door, Miss can go there at any time!"

Gong Ning: "......"

She didn't express what she meant at all; it was Butler An who overthought things!

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Gong Ning had another dream.

She dreamt that when she was fifteen, she sneaked out of her house but accidentally got caught up in a gunfight overseas.

As the bullet, wrapped in its shrapnel, narrowly missed her ear, Yan Jingzhou pounced on her.

He saved her life and later took her back to China.

However, this accident inadvertently triggered an underlying medical condition, causing her to lose her sight for a year.

Before this, she was already emotionally fragile, and then she suffered blindness, which felt like the sky was falling and she almost collapsed.

Thankfully, he was there.

There's Grandpa Ling, Dad Ling, and Mom Ling!

But when she regained her sight and hurriedly ran out of Xingzhan Garden to find him, she unexpectedly got lost.

Standing by the roadside, seemingly at a loss, Zhou Huaman took her back to the Zhou family home.

I woke up and forgot everything.

This includes the man who later found her, as well as her family.

Later, after her repeated indifference and even her resolute attitude of threatening suicide, he was completely heartbroken and disappeared without a trace.

It was as if he had never existed in her world.

Like a wild goose flying over a cold pond, leaving no trace; like the wind blowing through sparse bamboo, leaving no sound.