Her consciousness was extremely clear, but that small body seemed to no longer belong to her and was completely out of her control.
Those little hands and feet were waving around unconsciously like soldiers who had lost their command.
During this irregular swing, it suddenly seemed to hit something.
Out of instinct, she wanted to open her mouth immediately and express her inner anxiety and fear with a loud cry.
However, before she could make a sound, a warm and soft hand gently held her kicking little feet.
Immediately afterwards, a handsome and beautiful face quickly came into her sight, filling her entire limited field of vision.
The boy looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old. His facial features were so delicate that they seemed to have been carefully sculpted by a master sculptor, and his eyes and eyebrows revealed a sense of intelligence and agility.
The boy frowned slightly and spoke with a hint of blame.
"Sister, don't be naughty! Brother still has to do his homework!"
Although his tone was a bit harsh, it was more of a loving feeling towards his sister.
The boy had a very handsome face. His facial features were regular and delicate, like a carefully crafted work of art, but he did not appear too feminine. Instead, he exuded a masculine and heroic spirit.
At this moment, although he was saying some educational words, his tone was extremely gentle, like a breeze blowing across one's face in spring, gently touching one's heartstrings.
There was a kind of helplessness in his eyes, but this helplessness was not one of blame or annoyance, but was mixed with a hint of doting.
"Pigeon... Pigeon..."
From that little mouth, a soft, indistinct sound came out subconsciously.
As soon as the voice came out, Qu Yan felt a wave of embarrassment. She wanted to stop the sound, but the problem was that she had no control over her body.
"Okay, okay."
The little boy only smiled slightly, and then gently held the child in front of him, who looked like an exquisite doll, into his arms.
His movements were skillful and natural, as if he had done it countless times.
Then he began to pat the child's back gently, humming a beautiful lullaby. The melody was so gentle and melodious that it flowed through his heart like a spring.
Just like that, as the young man patted and chanted, it wasn't long before Qu Yan gradually felt a strong sense of sleepiness coming over her...
When she opened her eyes again, she had become a child of six or seven years old.
In front of the gorgeous villa stood a young man and a loving couple.
She ran over, skipping and jumping with her schoolbag filled with snacks, and jumped into the boy's arms.
"Ahhh, brother, I don't want to go to elementary school! Elementary school is not fun!!"
Amidst the sounds of her wild crying and the comforting voices of her brother, mother and father, Qu Yan's consciousness slowly faded away again.
The next voice that entered my ears was the voice of a girl who had won first prize in a city-level competition in junior high school and was thrown into her parents' arms, asking why her brother was not there.
Then, Mr. Qu, dressed in a suit and already in the workplace managing his own company, popped out from nowhere.
He held a bunch of flowers and shoved them in front of the angry girl and patted her head.
And then… there was the girl surrounded by her family at her high school graduation.
Then there's the thing about being sent to college by your family.
It seemed as if she had lived her happy and fulfilling life in just a moment.
Just when everything was going smoothly for her and she was about to die.
Qu Yan seemed to have regained control of her body.
Looking at the white-haired Qu Shang in front of him.
Qu Yan opened her red lips slightly and said calmly: "It's all... fake..."
Her voice seemed to come from the distant sky, carrying a hint of unspeakable loneliness and sadness.
As soon as he finished speaking, the kind smile on the face of the white-haired Qu Shang who was sitting opposite him slowly disappeared like clouds blown away by the wind.
Instead, there was a look that was difficult to describe in words, complex and faintly tinged with pain.
At this moment, the surrounding scene suddenly shattered like glass that had suffered a huge impact.
Countless tiny fragments flew everywhere, reflecting dazzling light.
The deep wrinkles on Qu Shang's face and the white hair on his head seemed to be affected by some mysterious power, and they gradually returned to their youthful appearance as if time was going back.
At this moment, the brother and sister still sat facing each other, surrounded by a void composed of countless floating fragments of memories.
Those fragments flickered with faint light, like stars in the night sky, making the entire space look like a dream.
Qu Yan's carefully combed hair looked like a blooming ice-blue flower, quietly blooming beside her snow-white neck.
The gorgeous ice-blue dress she was wearing was even more dazzling, and every thread of it shone with a charming luster.
There was no trace of defensiveness on that charming face, only a hint of sadness looming.
"Yes, that's fake, but how can we tell the difference between true and false in this world?"
Qu Shang sighed softly.
As he finished speaking, he gently raised his hand and waved it in Qu Yan's direction.
In an instant, the scene in front of Qu Yan changed drastically again.
This time she was not there in person, but watched the whole process as a bystander.
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