Wangdong City is extremely hot every summer, like a big steamer, making people in the whole city feel irritable, and this year is even worse.
There were visible layers of heat in the air, and the leaves on the ornamental trees in the courtyard were all sickly, longing for a heavy downpour.
Beneath the white pavilion, a woman lay on a bamboo chair for a nap, her black curly hair damp with sweat. Suddenly, the sleeping girl raised her arms and gripped the chair's armrests, shaking her head in fear.
"ah..."
"Help!"
Swish——
Song Ci suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the recliner.
Is she still alive?
Wasn't she knocked unconscious by her adoptive father and thrown into a car, and then rushed into the Yulongyuan River and died?
A maid passing by heard the terrified cry, she stopped, stood in the shaded corridor, and asked Song Ci: "Miss Song, what's wrong with you?"
Song Ci took a few breaths before looking towards the source of the voice. Seeing the maid, Song Ci thought for a moment before remembering who this person was. "Aunt Zhang, I'm fine. It might be because it's too hot. I have a little heatstroke."
"Then go inside and get some rest. I made smoothies for you and the young lady, and they're just right for you to enjoy."
"good."
After watching Aunt Zhang enter the house, Song Ci stood up.
She stood in the pavilion, looking around the courtyard in front of her. This was the Mu family's garden, planted with several ornamental trees and a spring pond. Song Ci walked to the edge of the spring pond, looking at the clear water, and the sad scenes of her previous life emerged in her mind.
Did she really experience the so-called previous life, or was it just a dream?
I can't tell the difference between Song Dynasty porcelain and I dare not jump to conclusion.
There were footsteps approaching, light and graceful. As she approached, Song Ci smelled a faint fragrance of lilies. Mu Qiu was particularly fond of the light fragrance of lilies and always wanted to leave some of it on her body.
"Sister, Aunt Zhang said you had a little heatstroke. How are you now?" The girl's voice was pleasant, like a clear spring dripping on a stone plate.
Song Ci turned sideways and looked at the girl beside her. Mu Qiu had straight black hair that fell past her shoulders. She was born delicate, with a palm-sized face and a delicate and slender body. She made people want to love her at first sight.
At this moment, Mu Qiu was smiling, her eyes filled with concern for her, completely different from the selfish and heartless woman in her previous life. Would Mu Qiu really hurt her and Song Fei just to survive?
Seeing that Song Ci hadn't answered, Mu Qiu became even more worried about her health. His delicate eyebrows twisted into curved lines. "Sister? Why aren't you talking?"
"I'm still a little dizzy." Song Ci said, "I'll go back to my room and lie down for a while."
"...Then go and rest. The air conditioner is still on."
Song Ci's room was next to Mu Qiu's, both on the second floor. After Song Ci returned to her room, she couldn't sleep. Something occurred to her, and she searched the room for something. Finally, she found her phone on the desk.
Song Ci opened her phone and glanced at the calendar.
July 5, 2020.
Song Ci's eyes widened slightly. August 12, 2020 is Song Fei's death anniversary. Now there is still one month before Song Fei's death!
My sister is still alive!
Song Ci was so moved that she burst into tears on the spot.
She quickly wiped away her tears, put down her phone, and walked to the windowsill. She remembered that one night a month before her sister's death, Mu Qiu suddenly collapsed on the ground. After being admitted to the hospital, it was diagnosed that she had heart disease and urgently needed a heart transplant.
If you want to confirm whether that ridiculous and absurd life was just a dream or a real experience, you will soon know the answer.
If everything in the dream is true, then in this life, she must turn the tide and protect her sister!
Song Ci locked herself in her room the entire afternoon to sort out the scenes in her dream.
Towards evening, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Song Ci heard a middle-aged female voice outside the door say softly, "Song Song, are you awake? I heard from Qiu Tianer that you almost had a heat stroke today. Aunt Zhang made some mung bean soup. Do you want to get up and drink some?"
The person outside the door was Du Tingting, Mu Qiu's mother, a woman who had been spoiled by Mu Mian all her life.
Just when Du Tingting thought Song Ci was still sleeping and turned to leave, Song Ci suddenly opened the door from the inside.
Du Tingting turned around in surprise. She looked at Song Ci carefully and saw that she looked rosy. She was relieved that she must have recovered. "You're awake. Come downstairs and eat."
"good."
Song Ci followed Du Tingting downstairs.
She looked at Du Tingting's back. Du Tingting had her hair tied up with a priceless white jade hairpin. In her previous life in the dream, Du Tingting died of a cerebral hemorrhage three years later.
When Song Ci opened the door and suddenly saw Du Tingting, he felt like he was in another world.
Song Ci didn't know if Du Tingting had any involvement in the murder of Song Fei. At least on the surface, Du Tingting truly loved her as her own daughter. In her previous life, she realized at death that she had been a blind fool and had misjudged people. Now, Song Ci no longer trusted her own judgment.
Song Ci and Du Tingting came to the restaurant together, and Mu Qiu was already there.
Seeing Song Ci coming downstairs, Mu Qiu said to her: "Cheng Ziang called this afternoon and said he wanted to ask me to go to the movies tonight. Sister, are you going?"
Before Song Ci could answer, she heard Du Tingting say, "Why doesn't he just call your sister?"
Mu Qiu said, "I called, but it didn't go through."
Song Ci spent the afternoon in a daze, her phone turned off. She explained, "My phone is turned off. I forgot to charge it."
Mu Qiu looked at Song Ci, her curiosity aroused. "Sister, are you going to the appointment?"
"No."
It is impossible to keep the appointment. It is impossible for me to keep an appointment with Cheng Ziang in this lifetime.
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