Her voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of girlish shyness. To Ji Huaishen, it was simply adorable to the core.
He slightly raised his eyes to look at her: "A long time ago."
"Hmm? When?"
Didn't he just return to China?
She has never been abroad.
When did their paths cross?
Although her memory wasn't very good when she was studying, she would never forget Ji Huaishen's face if she had seen it before.
After all, he's not just any ordinary person with stunning good looks.
Ji Huaishen did not answer her question immediately. He bent down slightly and looked at her delicate face.
His eyes were deep and profound.
"Can't you remember?"
His voice was hoarse, tinged with melancholy.
Mu Xiaocheng noticed his low spirits and quickly said, "Could you remind me?"
Ji Huaishen smiled slightly and ruffled her hair.
“When I was eighteen, I was attacked and had to return to China after many twists and turns. I was seriously injured and in a terrible state. You saved me, you silly boy.”
Hearing this, Mu Xiaocheng finally remembered.
She remembered that she had indeed saved someone when she was fifteen.
But that person doesn't look like Ji Huaishen.
"No, I remember that person, he looked very..."
Actually, she didn't get a very clear look at the person's face.
All she remembered was that the person was tall and thin, no, so thin that he seemed to be nothing but bones.
He lay on the ground, his long hair covering almost half of his face. The remaining half was covered in blood and grime, his clothes were dirty and tattered, and stubble had grown on his face.
She initially thought he was a homeless man, and since it was nighttime, she didn't intend to help him. However, when she saw that he was seriously injured, she took him to her grandfather's clinic.
The man's face was very thin, almost to the point of being emaciated; of all his body, only his eyes were recognizable.
Oh, right, the eyes...
Mu Xiaocheng suddenly remembered.
No wonder, no wonder when she first saw him, his eyes looked so familiar, as if she had seen them somewhere before.
To my surprise, it was him.
When Mu Xiaocheng was little, Meng Zhixiang took care of her. Through this influence, she became a kind and helpful little adult, and she has helped many people in the past.
My memory of this event isn't very clear.
In addition, she remembered that time when she took the man to her grandfather's clinic, sat there and watched over him for several hours, before her aunt called her home.
As for what happened next, she asked her grandfather, who said that he was not in any danger and had been taken away by someone.
etc!
Mu Xiaocheng looked up and stared intently at him: "So Grandpa recognized you from the very beginning? And I was the only one kept in the dark?"
How could my grandfather be so ungrateful?
You recognized her but didn't tell her?
Ji Huaishen did not deny it and continued, "At that time, I was seriously injured and on the verge of death. If it weren't for you, I might have really died."
Now, without her.
He will undoubtedly die as well.
So, that's fate.
Whether I live or die, it's all because of her.
His life and death were in her hands from a very early age.
He didn't want to dwell on those dark days of the past; for the rest of his life, he only wanted to be with her.
Hearing his words and recalling how he was covered in blood, Mu Xiaocheng lowered her eyelids and gently bit her lip.
It seems that now, all the truth and the past are no longer important.
He must have had a very difficult time back then.
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