The man played with the delicate little dagger in his hand, looking down at the man in front of him.
He took a few steps forward with his long legs, and the dagger was pressed against the face of the woman in front of him, oozing out traces of blood.
The cool touch and the tingling pain on her cheeks brought the woman back to clarity.
"Who sent you?"
A cold light flashed in Xie Yuche's eyes, making him think that he must be from the Chu family. He used such despicable means just for a piece of land.
But this face really looks like hers.
However, the technology on her face is too obvious, and her temperament is not something that can be imitated by just anyone.
He retracted the dagger and chuckled, "You should be thankful that I don't like to use such despicable methods to deal with women."
He clapped his hands. A man in black stood behind him and said with his head lowered, "Mr. Xie."
Xie Yuche looked at the woman in front of him who looked like an old friend, and a hint of laughter flashed in his eyes: "Give her to me, and return her to her rightful owner."
He tilted his head as he spoke: "Oh, by the way, help me give that person a big gift!"
After he finished speaking, he walked out without looking back. As soon as he went out, he saw He Jiaojiao leaning against the wall with a small bag in her hand. When she saw Xie Yuche coming out, a hint of impatience flashed in her eyes.
"Can you be faster next time? It's very cold in winter."
Xie Yuche shrugged helplessly, "I told you to go back first."
He Jiaojiao glared at him unhappily: "I have to keep a good eye on you for her, lest you die outside."
Xie Yuche did not refute, but he also lost interest in continuing to speak.
He Jiaojiao is an interesting person. When she was around, she pretended to be a little white flower and stuck to her every day. Now that she is gone, her true colors are revealed and she has become a black-hearted lotus.
But that face is so innocent.
After returning to the car, He Jiaojiao rubbed her hands.
Xie Yuche looked out the window. A layer of fog slowly formed on the car window, blocking his view.
"Didn't He Ke urge you to go on a blind date? Great artist?"
He Jiaojiao rubbed her hands and her face suddenly froze. This Xie Yuche, after all these years, was still so annoying, always bringing up things that were not related to the topic.
"He has no control over me."
Xie Yuche shook his head. He Ke couldn't control He Jiaojiao.
But He Jiaojiao pretended to be determined to be with Xie Yuche in front of He Ke, but He Ke didn't believe her and kept trying to test his thoughts.
"Well, let's go."
Xie Yuche originally wanted to ask what the plot setting that He Jiaojiao mentioned meant, but after so many years, he still hadn't asked.
It seems that there is no point in asking this question.
Returning to the villa where his memories were deposited, he went to her room first as usual.
He simply turned on the bedside lamp and looked closely at the woman in the photo.
"You know what? Someone came to see me again today pretending to be you."
"I almost thought you were back."
He paused, a glint of self-mockery in his eyes.
"Don't be angry, I was just teasing you."
"How could I not even recognize you?"
His fingers slid across the soft quilt and he asked tentatively, "My room is so cold, can I sleep here tonight? If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent~"
Time passed by minute by minute, and no one responded.
He snuggled into the quilt and took a deep breath.
It seems to be her smell, but it also seems not to be her smell.
It had been so long that he almost forgot.
In a trance, he seemed to be back to that rainy day.
"Ache, do you want to take that sister home?"
Xie Yuche looked at the palm of his hand blankly. He raised his head and saw the little girl surrounded by other little girls with several wounds on her face.
Her eyes were empty, just like the doll.
Xie Yuche resisted the urge to go find her and shook his head at Xie Qian'an.
"No."
A hint of surprise flashed in Xie Qi'an's eyes, "If you don't want a younger sister, you can have an older sister."
Before Xie Yuche could reply, he saw a couple walking towards the orphanage hand in hand.
He opened his eyes wide, a hint of disbelief flashing in his eyes, because the couple looked exactly like his parents.
He turned around and wanted to see Xie Qian'an behind him, but when he turned around, there was obviously no one behind him.
"Dean, we are here to take our daughter home."
He saw his parents walk up to the orphanage director and sign the adoption papers.
Xie Yuche wanted to stop them, but his hand went straight through the couple's bodies.
They couldn't hear his voice, let alone see him.
He was like a wandering ghost with nowhere to go, so he could only follow the three people home.
However, the home they returned to this time was not the familiar villa, but a large flat.
He stayed with them and watched her grow up little by little.
The girl's room is clean and tidy, and the milky white piano is where she spends most of her time.
He watched her win award after award and become the pride of her parents.
It’s also good to look at her like this, Xie Yuche thought.
This time, when she was playing the piano, he secretly sat next to her and looked at her profile carefully.
When the song ended, she tilted her head slightly and smiled very sweetly, a smile he had never seen before.
At that moment, Xie Yuche felt that she seemed to be able to see him, or could always see him.
"You can see me, can't you?"
He asked his doubts.
Suddenly, her door was opened.
Xie's father and mother stood at the door amiably and called her softly, "Chu Chu, it's time to go."
Go? Where are they going?
Isn't this their home? Isn't this their final destination?
Xie Yunchu nodded obediently, chuckled, and threw himself into the arms of his father and mother.
Xie Yuche suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He stood up and wanted to hold them back, but the world began to collapse, and just like that, he disappeared without a trace.
“Don’t go, don’t go…”
Why can't we take him with us?
He opened his eyes blankly, saw the pillow wet with tears, and looked at the photo with a wry smile.
Were they telling him that they were happy in the other world?
That’s great…
It seems that there are no regrets.
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