Who exactly is she?
After asking that question, Shen Jiazhou himself found it absurd.
Are Ke Wen Shu Qiao and Su Shu Qiao really the same person? If they are the same person, why are they so different?
Having no other option, Shen Jiazhou had to ask in this way.
Who exactly is she?
Wen Shuqiao's gaze shifted from his face to their clasped wrists. This time, Shen Jiazhou didn't hold on loosely like before, as she could easily shake him off with just a slight movement.
He tightened his grip, restraining her and not allowing her to leave.
Wen Shuqiao sighed silently and said, "You're holding on too tightly."
Shen Jiazhou snapped out of his daze and immediately released his hand. He looked over and realized that he had unintentionally squeezed Wen Shuqiao's hand until it turned red.
He said, "I'm sorry..."
Wen Shuqiao sat down again. She glanced at her wrist; it was only a little red. "Why are you apologizing all of a sudden?"
Shen Jiazhou took a deep breath, didn't answer, and leaned back on the sofa.
Wen Shuqiao watched the variety show on TV and remained silent for a long time before saying, "I am also Wen Shuqiao."
Too?
These two words are used very cleverly.
Shen Jiazhou's gaze fell on the back of her ear, making it impossible for him to see her face clearly.
Wen Shuqiao continued, "However, I am not the Wen Shuqiao of this world."
"This world?" Shen Jiazhou frowned deeply, puzzled but still continued to listen.
Wen Shuqiao nodded: "I was catching a child who fell from a great height. When I opened my eyes again, I was in this place. This place is similar to my world, except that I don't know anyone here."
"I can't tell you how I got here. I was pretty confused myself at the time. I thought that since I was already here, I might as well live a good life."
"I guess it might be a parallel universe? This place is actually not much different from my world."
Wen Shuqiao still couldn't bear to say that this world was a world of fiction.
Each character is only mentioned briefly by the author, which is too cruel to Shen Jiazhou.
Shen Jiazhou was so shocked he couldn't speak. Parallel universes? There are actually parallel universes?
It took him a while to process what he was saying before he asked, "So, in that world, did you catch the child?"
"I think I caught it." Wen Shuqiao wasn't really sure. She lost consciousness the moment she caught it, and when she woke up, she was in a new world. "If I hadn't caught it, I probably wouldn't be here."
Shen Jiazhou understood the underlying meaning of Wen Shuqiao's words: "You mean, you already..."
"Yes." Wen Shuqiao nodded. "He should be dead."
Shen Jiazhou slowly straightened up, without saying a word, and slowly stepped forward, burying his head in Wen Shuqiao's shoulder.
Wen Shuqiao couldn't see Shen Jiazhou's face, but she could sense his emotions. She raised her hand and, in that position, touched his face: "What's wrong?"
Shen Jiazhou closed his eyes: "I just feel that life is really fragile."
“I’m already very lucky,” Wen Shuqiao said. “Maybe good people get good rewards? I came here, met Cancan and you, and other good friends.”
"And what about your parents?" Shen Jiazhou asked. "Do you have any other sisters or brothers?"
“I am an orphan.” Now that she had brought it up, Wen Shuqiao had nothing to hide: “I have never seen my parents since I can remember. My surname is the one I took from the hospital director. The director told me that a volunteer sister gave me my name.”
She felt that after she finished speaking, Shen Jiazhou's arm also wrapped around her waist and hugged her tightly. Because of the position, Wen Shuqiao also straightened her upper body slightly.
"You must have had a tough time," Shen Jiazhou said in a muffled voice. "No wonder you can do everything."
Having struggled in this society since childhood, I have long since developed the skills to survive, a strong heart, and a stable core.
So after coming to this new world, she was able to find herself so quickly and raise a completely unrelated child to be healthy and chubby.
"It's alright," Wen Shuqiao said. "At first, I would hate the heavens and the earth, wondering why I was the unfortunate one. But as I get older, these things become less important."
"What's important?" Shen Jiazhou hugged her even tighter.
Wen Shuqiao said gently, "Survival."
After facing reality, survival became her biggest problem. There were so many children in the orphanage, and sometimes even the director felt overwhelmed.
Her school fees were sponsored by kind-hearted people in the country and society, but she couldn't keep begging others to give her things.
When I was very young, I worked in small restaurants to help clear tables, wash dishes, and sweep floors. Sometimes I could earn twenty or thirty yuan a day...
As I grew up, I took any job opportunity that came my way, wishing there were 48 hours in a day, spinning like a top to build my future.
Even though the TV was very loud, all Shen Jiazhou could hear at that moment was Wen Shuqiao's voice.
Listening to her suffering, struggles, and breakdowns.
Wen Shuqiao felt a drop of warm water fall onto the back of her hand, which was casually resting on her thigh.
She lowered her eyes slightly, and tears fell like broken beads onto the back of her hand, then slid down her hand and were absorbed by the fabric of her pants.
She seemed to realize something, but when she talked about these things, she felt very calm, since it was all in the past.
So why was Shen Jiaju crying?
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