Chapter 502 Han Xing, I prefer to believe you
Her voice was a little tense, and her eyes fell on the top of Xunxun's head.
"I can't remember much of the past now. Someone keeps telling me in my head, 'You stole my child,' and 'You caused me to lose my memory.'"
"What if...what if I believed those words and it was bad for you and Xunxun? Why did you let the child be with me?"
Shen Hanxing didn't answer immediately.
She reached out and gently lifted Xunxun's head, which had slid down, so that he could lean more comfortably, and then looked at Han Lingcui. There was no trace of guard in her eyes, only honesty.
"Because we are best friends."
Shen Hanxing's voice was very soft, but every word she said hit Han Lingcui's heart.
"You've forgotten these things, but I haven't. I know your memory is fuzzy now, and I know someone is saying bad things about me in your ears, but I believe you. I believe you won't treat Xunxun badly just because of a few words."
She paused and pointed at Xunxun's hand that was clutching Han Lingcui's sleeve.
"Look at Xunxun, he can tell who treats him well and who treats him badly. He's willing to hold your hand and lean on you, which shows that your kindness to him comes from the bottom of your heart and cannot be covered up by memories."
Han Lingcui's eyes suddenly felt a little sore.
She looked down at Xunxun. The child had fallen asleep on her arm, his little brows slightly wrinkled, as if he was having a sweet dream.
Her fingers gently brushed across Xunxun's brow, trying to smooth out the wrinkles.
When she did this action, she was stunned because it was so natural, as if it was a habit etched in her body.
"I..." She opened her mouth, wanting to say that she still couldn't remember, and that the words in the anonymous messages were still spinning in her mind, but when the words came to her lips, they became...
"I received a screenshot of a surveillance video yesterday, saying that three years ago, you were the one who pushed me down the stairs."
Shen Hanxing’s eyes darkened, but he wasn’t angry. He just reached out and took Han Lingcui’s phone.
Han Lingcui didn't dodge and let her take it.
Shen Hanxing clicked on the screenshot, looked at it carefully, and then returned the phone to her.
"This image is composited. Look here," she pointed to the corner of the screenshot. "The security camera in the stairwell is round, so the edges of the image will be slightly distorted. But the edges of this image are flat, so it's obviously stitched in later."
She paused and looked into Han Lingcui's eyes: "Lingcui, I know you are feeling very uncomfortable right now. On one hand, you have a chaotic memory, and on the other hand, you have false evidence given by others."
"But you have to believe me. I won't harm you, much less take your child away. Xunxun is your son, and that will never change."
Han Lingcui loosened the grip on the phone.
The screenshots on the screen were still lit, but looking at them now, the so-called "evidence" seemed ridiculous.
She remembered the bank statement of Shen Hanxing that Jiang Shutong gave her, and remembered Jiang Shutong saying that "Shen Hanxing transferred money to the paternity testing agency", but now she looked at Shen Hanxing's frank eyes.
She suddenly felt that there might be other reasons for the flowing water.
The wind blew again, carrying with it the scent of green grass.
Xunxun moved in her arm, smacked his lips, mumbled "Mom" softly, and then fell asleep again.
Han Lingcui subconsciously held him more firmly, her movements as gentle as if she was holding a fragile treasure.
"Spiritual Essence," Chen Hanxing suddenly spoke, his voice even softer than before, "Even if your memory is confused, please trust your heart first."
Han Lingcui's body stiffened for a moment.
"Did I... trust you very much before?" Han Lingcui suddenly asked.
Shen Hanxing smiled, with a hint of moisture in her eyes.
"Yes. You always said that I was the person who understood you best in the world."
She reached out and gently patted Han Lingcui's shoulder. "It's the same now. Whether you remember the past or not, I'm here. If you want to investigate, Qi Moxun and I will help you. If you want to accompany Xunxun, you can come anytime."
Han Lingcui finally couldn't hold back her tears and shed them.
She always thought that she was lonely and was being plotted against, but it turned out that someone had been by her side, watching over her child, waiting for her to remember.
The phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated. It was another anonymous message.
"Have you finished reading the evidence? Is Shen Hanxing pretending to be a good person? If you don't believe me, I'll send you Xunxun's 'adoption agreement' with your fake signature on it!"
Han Lingcui looked at the message, his finger hovering on the screen, but he didn't click it.
She looked down at Xunxun who was sleeping soundly in her arms, then looked at the gentle Chen Hanxing beside her, and Chengcheng who was holding building blocks and smiling at her not far away.
These are the real things, the warmth that can be felt, the laughter that can be heard, and things that are more real than any "evidence".
She muted her phone, put it back in her pocket, then gently picked up Xunxun, her movements so skillful as if she had practiced them countless times.
"He seems to have caught a cold," she said to Shen Hanxing, with a gentleness in her voice that she herself didn't even notice, "Let's take him home first."
Chen Hanxing nodded, stood up and helped her take the picnic basket: "Okay. Chengcheng, let's go home."
Chengcheng immediately put down the building blocks and ran over, pulling the corner of Shen Hanxing's clothes very sensibly.
The sunlight stretched their shadows very long. Han Lingcui walked in the middle holding Xunxun, Chen Hanxing on the left, and Chengcheng on the right.
The wind brought the fragrance of camphor leaves, which landed on Xunxun's head and also on Han Lingcui's heart.
She suddenly felt that those confused memories and those false evidence didn't seem so important anymore.
What mattered was that now she was holding her child, with her best friend beside her.
When she reached the park entrance, she suddenly remembered something and turned to Shen Hanxing.
"Chen Hanxing, I took a photo of the bank statement Jiang Shutong gave me and sent it to Xuanyuan Pavilion. She said there was a transfer to a paternity testing agency. You..."
"Those aren't true. However, the paternity test might be true because you did it yourself."
Han Lingcui paused and his eyes became hot again.
She looked at Shen Hanxing and suddenly said, "I'm sorry."
I'm sorry I forgot our past.
Sorry, I almost believed what others said.
I'm sorry for making you worry for so long.
Shen Hanxing shook her head and reached out to help her tidy up her hair that was messed up by the wind.
"There's no need to talk about this between friends."
Xunxun moved in her arms, hummed "Auntie Han" softly, and then fell asleep again.
Han Lingcui looked down at his little face, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved up.
She suddenly felt that maybe she was really wrong.
"Han Xing."
Her address suddenly became intimate.
But she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
Instead, it seems like we used to call each other that way so we don’t feel awkward.
"I think I should trust you. I want to help you."
Shen Hanxing paused and suddenly looked up at her.
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