secret?

Qin Shu was shocked and thought of her biggest secret - to live again.

She looked at Chris with her dark, clear eyes and asked calmly, "Oh? I don't quite understand. What secrets do I have that I can't tell others?"

Chris raised her skinny hand, tucked her hair behind her ears, and spoke in a gentle voice.

"I know your secret, you are just like my Angela."

Qin Shu's breathing became a little lighter.

Is it really appropriate to compare her to a dead person?

He speaks in a mysterious manner, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

Qin Shu took a deep breath and asked directly, "What do you want to say?"

Chris looked at Qin Shu from top to bottom with a smile in her eyes: "I know you died once. Just like my Angela, I can see the dead souls and talk to them."

Qin Shu smiled, her smile was as beautiful as a flower, and asked in a playful tone: "I am standing in front of you alive, but you say that I am dead. Don't you think this is contradictory?"

Chris had a blank expression on her pale face and said persistently, "I can see that. I know you are different."

Qin Shu was a little confused, and asked in a good-tempered manner: "Then tell me, when did I die once?"

No one noticed that her hands hung by her sides, with their white fingertips slightly curled and trembling.

Chris was silent for a long time, then slowly shook her head and said in annoyance, "I don't know."

Qin Shu slowly let out the breath that had been held in her chest, and a nonchalant smile appeared in her eyes.

She walked forward and fixed the silver needle that had become a little crooked when Chris moved around.

"You are tired. You should close your eyes and rest for a while. We will start the injection in half an hour."

Qin Shu didn't take Chris's words to heart.

Can you communicate with ghosts and gods?

Even if Qin Shu were to live her life again, she would not believe that such a person really existed in this world.

In her opinion, Chris was simply too ill and had been trapped in her own fictional world and hadn't gotten out of it.

Qin Shu has always kept her distance from the talk of ghosts and gods. She neither tries to explore them nor expresses any opposing views.

Chris suddenly grabbed Qin Shu's slender white wrist and spoke in an extremely serious tone.

“Child, I don’t know why, but when I see you, I think of my Angela. You have the same aura as her.

You must remember not to tell your secret to anyone. My Angela drowned because she told her secret to others."

Qin Shu felt the strength of Chris's grip on her wrist, her brows slightly furrowed, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

She asked in a very soft voice: "What's your Angela's secret?"

Chris' eyes were filled with deep sorrow, and she cried, "Angela came with her memories. She told me that you can choose your own mother in heaven, and she loves me very much, so she became my daughter.

But she told this to others, and said a lot more... This matter spread, and not long after, my Angela was gone... "

At the end, Chris started crying sadly.

The strength of her hand holding Qin Shu's wrist suddenly loosened.

Qin Shu suppressed the surprise in her heart and glanced at Chris silently.

It could be said that it was just a blind cat catching a dead mouse, or maybe there really is some unknown metaphysics out there.

After being reborn, Qin Shu never intended to tell her secret to anyone, not even Xie Lanzhi, with whom she was becoming increasingly close.

She patted the back of Chris's hand soothingly: "Close your eyes and rest for a while, you will be fine soon."

Qin Shu only regarded what happened today as a warning for the future and should not delve into it further.

Otherwise, her world view and outlook on life will collapse.

Qin Shu looked at Chris, who was tired of crying and slowly closed her eyes. There was a dark and bottomless light flashing in her eyes.

She lowered her eyes and stared at her hands. These hands could give acupuncture to save lives, but could also easily take lives.

Living her life over again, she didn't want to suffer any more injustices. Besides trying her best to make up for the regrets of her past life, her greatest wish was to die peacefully with her family.

As for the rest... don't add too much burden to yourself.

Half an hour later.

Qin Shu removed the silver needle from Chris's body, and she woke up within a few minutes.

Chris rubbed her eyes and looked at the girl sitting on the bed in confusion: "Who are you?"

Qin Shu's eyes were filled with strange emotions, and she asked in a cold voice, "Do you remember what you told me?"

Chris shook her head blankly, looking around the unfamiliar environment, as if she was looking for something.

After a moment, she met Qin Shu's beautiful eyes full of inquiry.

"Did I say anything harsh to you?"

Qin Shu looked into Chris's clear eyes, pursed her lips and smiled: "No, you are a very cultured lady, and you didn't say anything bad to me."

Chris met her smile that didn't reach her eyes and asked doubtfully, "Really? If I said anything bad, please don't mind. I seem to have lost some of my memory."

She sat up from the bed and gently patted her confused head: "My head hurts a little, my thoughts are confused, and I can't remember anything."

Qin Shu held her hand and soothed her gently: "If you can't remember, don't think about it. Those memories may not be important. You have to look forward in life."

Chris blinked and suddenly smiled: "I like this sentence very much, it's great!"

Qin Shu looked at her deeply, then stood up and walked out: "Your husband and son are outside, I'll go call them."

Not long after she left, the Governor and Lawrence walked into the room with excited expressions.

Qin Shu and Xie Lanzhi returned to their bedroom, leaving the guest bedroom to the servants.

*

bedroom.

As soon as Qin Shu walked into the room, Xie Lanzhi hugged her from behind and held her slender, boneless waist.

Xie Lanzhi lowered his eyes and looked at Qin Shu's tense face: "Ah Shu, what happened?"

"Nothing, just a little tired."

Qin Shu looked as if nothing had happened, with a smile on her cold and charming face. She leaned relaxedly in Xie Lanzhi's arms, which were very strong and full of security.

Her body has habitually chosen to rely on Xie Lanzhi, and the heart that keeps beating rationally in her chest can never open up.

Xie Lanzhi noticed the change in Qin Shu's expression, and a gentle and bewitching voice rang out.

"If you are tired, take a rest. If you need any tonic, I will have someone arrange it for you as soon as possible."

"good--"

Qin Shu turned around, hugged Xie Lanzhi's waist, and said coquettishly: "I'm really tired, carry me and go to rest."

Xie Lanzhi naturally would not refuse such a benefit.

He held the light body of Qin Shu in his arms, put her gently on the bed, and covered Qin Shu with the quilt that was a witness to their absurdity last night.

"Go to sleep, I'll watch over you."

"Hmm..." Qin Shu responded softly.

An hour later, Benson and Lawrence left with Chris, who had lost her memory but regained her consciousness.