Looking at Ningxia in front of him, Mu Heng had only a name and a few other scattered thoughts in his mind.
Ningxia.
He vaguely remembered that they worked together, and they were always together on many dangerous jobs.
They make a great team.
But what exactly does he do?
For whom did they do all those dangerous things in the past?
Mu Heng stared blankly at Ning Xia, his eyes vacant and lifeless: "I only remember that we used to be colleagues."
Hearing him say this, Ningxia looked at him excitedly: "You remember me? You remember our past, right?"
Mu Heng slowly shook his head, his gaze returning to the courtyard.
He walked forward on his own, entered the living room, and looked at everything inside that was both incredibly familiar and strange. The images in his mind became increasingly chaotic.
In my memory, a beautiful girl sat in the living room, quietly reading and drawing, with an extraordinary temperament.
In his spare time, he would always stay by her side and keep her company.
Even sometimes, she would complain that he didn't know how to say nice things or how to coax people.
But every time, he complained with a smile.
Her appearance completely overlapped with that of the person in my previous dreams.
Every frown, every smile, every word, every action—all reflected the image of his love.
Mu Heng looked towards the kitchen again, as if she were standing there, methodically washing vegetables and cooking.
She was wearing a very ordinary floral long dress, but she looked beautiful and elegant.
She smiled at him and complained about his clumsiness.
Mu Heng stared blankly into the distance, his eyes suddenly welling up with tears.
His voice was hoarse as he murmured, "Qing Ning."
Yes, that's the name I remember.
The name that always comes to mind is Meng Qingning.
Ningxia stood there stunned when she heard him call out Meng Qingning's name.
A bitter look flashed across her eyes.
As expected, Mu Heng really loves that woman.
He can forget everyone, not remember everyone, but no matter what, he will never forget Meng Qingning.
See? He's still just as heartless towards her.
When Mu Xiaocheng heard Mu Heng call her mother's name, she was overjoyed, thinking that he had remembered everything. She quickly stepped forward and asked, "You still remember my mother? What about the other things? Do you remember them?"
Mu Heng stared at Mu Xiaocheng and shook his head.
Upon seeing this house, he could only remember her.
As for the rest, he seemed to only know that he used to be Ningxia's colleague.
Mu Xiaocheng was a little disappointed and couldn't help but turn her gaze to Ningxia.
"Can you tell us? What did my father do before? Why did he become like this?"
Upon hearing Mu Xiaocheng's question, Ningxia took a step back in shock, looking at her incredulously: "You mean, he's your father?"
"Are you really Meng Qingning's daughter?"
No wonder, at their first meeting, she thought this girl looked a lot like Meng Qingning.
It turns out, she was their child.
Mu Xiaocheng did not deny it and nodded: "I am."
Now, all she desperately wants to know is what happened to her father and mother.
What secret does the father hold?
Furthermore, were there other hidden reasons behind her mother's madness and eventual death?
Ningxia looked away and gazed elsewhere.
“I don’t know what happened to him. All I know is that Mu Heng and I are in the same team, the Special Criminal Investigation Brigade.”
“He and I are partners and good friends. We were assigned to investigate a criminal gang.”
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