Chapter 202 Forget Everything, Start Over
Upstairs was quiet, and the dim, golden rays of the setting sun streamed in from outside, casting a shimmering glow on the ground.
Looking out from here, in the garden behind, the roses that Mom planted are about to enjoy their dazzling bloom every year.
Momo glanced at it briefly, then took a few steps inside and pushed open her room door.
The room was exactly the same as when she left. The blankets on the bed were neatly folded, and the window next to it was slightly open, with the white gauze curtains fluttering gently in the breeze.
She walked in slowly and then gently closed the door.
On the desk, a book that was half-read was neatly marked with a bookmark, as if it were waiting for its owner to return.
The girl pulled out a chair and sat down at the desk, reaching out to feel the cover of the book.
This book by the director embodies her dream, a dream that is yet to be fulfilled.
It must have been Mom who put this bookmark in. After I left, she must have come here to sit for a while every day.
She might even shed tears looking at her own clothes.
Momo felt sad just thinking about such a scene.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down in case her mother suddenly came in and saw her.
She would definitely worry.
As Momo thought this, she put the book back in her hand, only to find a card underneath it.
In that instant, she froze, her back burning, her whole body trembling slightly.
This card belongs to Fu Yungui; it was a gift he gave me when we first met.
She can clearly remember the scene at the time, when he forced himself to call him "uncle" in front of his parents.
After returning from the party, she casually tossed it into a drawer, paying no attention to it or giving it a second thought.
I never expected to see it again at the bottom of this book.
I don't know if my mom found it.
Or perhaps I took it out again later and forgot to put it back.
She couldn't remember.
Momo held the card in her hand, her heart inexplicably clenching.
At this moment, she couldn't help but think of those things she had desperately tried to forget.
On her way back, she decided to forget everything that had happened in Thailand and start a new life.
Fu Yungui has already personally said that he will let her go.
Once he said that, he would no longer bother him or cause any trouble for his parents.
Although this man was ruthless, he was still upright in his actions.
They rarely go back on their word, and they certainly won't do anything petty or despicable.
Therefore, she didn't have to follow the original plan, nor did she have to make her parents leave their hometown with her.
Now all she needs to do is completely forget what's already happened.
Forget the feeling of the warm wind on your body, forget the messy streets with their telephone poles, and forget the yellow-green taxis crowding the streets.
And Pattaya's night view is so beautiful it leaves you speechless.
Especially that beautiful moment I saw on the cruise ship.
But now...
She realized she had oversimplified the whole thing.
Forgetting a deeply etched memory is unimaginably difficult.
Especially when you try to force such ideas into your mind, it can backfire.
Just like now, even seeing a tiny card can instantly break my defenses.
Momo looked down at the card with the password already written on it, feeling a tightness in her chest and a bit of difficulty breathing.
The owner of this card...
The man covered in blood...
I wonder how things are now.
"Momo..."
Just then, Su He knocked on the door, breaking the girl's concentration.
Upon hearing the voice, Momo immediately clenched the object in her hand, secretly wiped her eyes, and then spoke to the person behind her without turning her head.
"Mom, come in."
Su He pushed open the door and came in after hearing voices from inside.
After entering, she only took a few steps inside before stopping.
"Momo, shall we go to the supermarket together later?" Suhe asked for her opinion. "I feel like we haven't gone shopping together in a long time."
Momo turned around, her eyes slightly red. Afraid that her mother would notice, she immediately looked away. "Okay, I'll tidy up here and then go, okay?"
"Okay, no rush, you can rest for a bit." Su He's gaze lingered on the hand that was tightly gripping hers for a moment, then she looked away without giving it another glance.
"Okay." Momo nodded obediently as before, then turned her back to her and started tidying up the things on the table.
Actually, there was nothing on the table except for a few books.
It was just an excuse she used to change the subject and divert attention.
Su He could tell that something was wrong with her, but she pretended not to know anything. Even though she was full of worry and about to lose control, she still smiled gently.
She held back; even if she wanted to get to the bottom of things, this wasn't the time.
She just got back, so there are some things I shouldn't ask too hastily.
"Then I'll go downstairs first, and I'll go change my clothes too." Su He said, turning around and heading outside.
"Okay, sure." Momo nodded again.
Before long, she was alone in the room again.
The only sound was the faint rustling of the gauze curtains being blown by the wind.
Momo opened her palm, and the card remained there securely.
Momo stared at it for a few moments, then opened the drawer and put the card in her diary.
Then, he locked the drawer.
Then I quickly washed up, changed my clothes, and went out.
One week later.
Bangkok, Thailand.
A night breeze caresses the scene, and the city lights begin to twinkle.
The last rays of light on the horizon had vanished, and across the river, the lamplight illuminated the darkness of the night.
Looking out into the distance, the night view of the Chao Phraya River is stunning, with lights twinkling all around and cruise ships slowly sailing on the water, their dazzling lights hinting at the non-stop excitement and festivities on board.
On the 22nd floor, the man stood there silently looking out the window.
A moment later, Fu Yungui picked up a lighter from the table next to him and lit a cigarette for himself.
The moment the flame ignited, his face became even clearer, his impeccable features shining brightly against the large floor-to-ceiling glass window.
The man had a cold expression, and his smoking posture was natural and casual, which made the lines of his arms look even better.
"Brother Yun."
A moment later, Anu came in from outside, saw the man standing by the window, and called out.
The man exhaled smoke rings, and Anu frowned slightly as he watched.
The wound hasn't healed yet, why are you smoking again?
The bullet grazed his heart as it entered his body. If Huang Momo hadn't adjusted the direction of her hand, the man would definitely be dead.
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