"No—" An Meng spoke with difficulty, her heart blank and confused, "Xie Yun, I can't remember."
"I can't remember what she looked like!"
Xie Yun fell completely silent and didn't ask why she was so panicked just because she couldn't remember the details of a dream.
For a moment, the leather seat cushion seemed to be covered with thousands of fine needles, pricking An Meng so much that she felt uncomfortable and her whole body was burning.
She twisted her fingers in frustration, her fingertips turned slightly white, and a deep white mark was left on her lips from being bitten by her teeth.
[How could this be? I was clearly an orphan abandoned by my parents, and my master clearly took me in and raised me.]
[We had spent over twenty years together before the car accident. Why can't I remember the details of our time together?]
[Then... who am I? ]
This sudden new discovery almost made An Meng's whole world spin. Is her memory... really still reliable?
Xie Yun's fingers gripping the steering wheel tightened slightly: "If you can't remember, forget it for now."
An Meng didn't respond, staring blankly at the surging traffic ahead.
She forced herself to calm down and called Tiezhu in her heart.
[Are you there? Can you help me check the status of my original world?]
Tiezhu replied: [Sorry, host, I don't have the authority.]
An Meng asked in panic: "Why don't you have permission? Didn't you say at the beginning that if I completed the mission, you would give me a large sum of money and let me return to my original world?"
Tie Zhu was silent for a few seconds, then repeated: [Sorry, host, I don't have the authority.]
Its stereotyped and emotionless repetition made An Meng's heart sink to the bottom: [So your original promise is always true, right?]
Tiezhu replied in a mechanical voice: [Theoretically, that's correct.]
An Meng: [……]
She suddenly felt like she was tied to a pirate ship. There was thick fog ahead and the lights were dim. She was alone and had no idea where she would end up.
After Xie Yun drove to Xie's house, An Meng went straight upstairs to the bedroom. After taking a shower with forced energy, she climbed onto the bed, rolled herself into the quilt and lay motionless.
I don’t know how long it took, but the bedroom door was gently opened a crack, and the warm yellow light from outside the corridor poured in, casting a ray of light in the dark room.
The bulging quilt on the bed didn't move at all.
Xie Yun closed the door without turning on the light. Relying on his memory of the space, he groped his way to the bed and asked softly, "Are you asleep?"
No one paid any attention to him.
"Are you hungry?" Xie Yun asked again.
After running around during the day, the two of them had only a few bites of lunch and dinner. It was a miracle that they were not hungry now.
Still silent.
Xie Yun sighed almost inaudibly and placed the things in his hand on the bedside table, making a dull thud.
He sat on the edge of the bed, and the weight of an adult man pressed down on him, causing one side of the mattress to sag slightly.
"I turned on the light?" Xie Yun said, pretending to stand up to turn on the light.
"No!" An Meng said, her voice a little muffled because her face was buried in the quilt.
The bedroom curtains were tightly closed, not allowing the moonlight and city lights outside to seep in at all. Darkness filled the entire space like a tide.
Xie Yun stared at the bulge in the quilt that blended into the night and said, "Unhappy?"
This was an obvious fact, but An Meng was too lazy to respond to him.
"Because of the question I asked in the car just now?" Xie Yun said.
Her breath went in and out of the quilt, and the heat was oppressive in the small space. An Meng stuck her face out of the quilt without saying a word.
【no!】
"Oh," Xie Yun seemed to smile and said calmly, "So it's because you're struggling with yourself because you can't remember the details of your dream?"
“…”
An Meng lifted the quilt, sat up, and stared in the direction of Xie Yun. In the darkness, it seemed as if a body temperature of 37 degrees was silently flowing towards her.
[That wasn't a dream, that was the first half of my life. What does Xie Yun know?]
Xie Yun remained silent.
There was no outline of anything in the darkness. An Meng's eyes felt sore from staring so hard that she closed them. She suddenly felt a little funny.
Xie Yun knew nothing, so why did she blame him for no reason?
An Meng sniffed and said, "You can understand it that way."
There was a slight nasal sound in her voice. Xie Yun did not delve into it, but asked, "Are you crying?"
An Meng took advantage of the cover of night to secretly wipe her eyes and said, "No."
These two words also had a nasal tone, and Xie Yun was almost amused by her behavior of covering her ears and stealing the bell.
He changed the subject and asked, "Are you hungry?"
An Meng said firmly: "I'm not hungry."
The next second, a cry was heard in the silent darkness, and no one knew whose stomach was rumbling.
An Meng: “…”
"Cream of mushroom soup, hot." Xie Yun kindly ignored the noise and said, "I just brought it up."
"No appetite."
Xie Yun didn't say anything, and the bedroom suddenly became quiet for a short time. In this extreme silence and darkness, vision and hearing were useless, and the sense of smell became extremely sharp.
An Meng suddenly smelled an aroma that she had just ignored, the sweet aroma of cream intertwined with the salty aroma of meat, lingering and enveloping her nasal cavity.
The aroma penetrated her nose and then flowed into her esophagus, causing her stomach to churn with hunger. She swallowed silently.
"It's getting cold," Xie Yun said, striking while the iron is hot. "You really don't want to eat it?"
“…”
"If you don't want to eat it, I'll take it away." Xie Yun pretended to stand up.
An Meng couldn't pretend anymore and quickly stopped him: "Let me try it."
[If you don't eat when you have food, you're a bastard. There's no need to be so hard on food! ]
Xie Yunyu smiled faintly: "Then I turn on the light?"
Without waiting for a response, he turned on the bedside lamp, and the soft light spread across the room, illuminating the faces of both of them.
An Meng's eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the sudden light, and she immediately saw the blue and white porcelain bowl on the bedside table.
The bowl is quite big.
An Meng rubbed her eyes and asked nervously, "Can you eat in the bedroom?"
She remembered that the first time she stepped into this bedroom, Xie Yun urged her to take a shower. Xie Yun looked like he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Xie Yun pondered for a few moments, then gave in and said, "Only this time."
Sitting in a chair beside her, An Meng held the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other, eating intently and forgetting herself. Xie Yunjing sat beside the bed, occasionally glancing at her, and no one knew what she was thinking.
"How does it feel to live here?" Xie Yun suddenly asked.
An Meng swallowed the food in her mouth and replied, "Very good."
[Who wouldn't feel good if they had good food and drink and didn't have to work?]
"What about me?"
The spoon in his hand paused, making a crisp sound as it hit the edge of the bowl.
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