I'm not the Liu Xia you know
Liu Xia was awakened by the slight sound of a key unlocking the door. The long-term mental tension made her fall asleep unknowingly while lying on the sofa thinking about things, so she slept until the early morning without waking up. If it weren't for the movement at the door, she would probably have slept until the next day.
She had already closed the bedroom door, fearing that her exercise in the afternoon would disturb the sleeping Ding Ruotong. At this moment, there was no movement in the bedroom, and it was obvious that she was sleeping even soundly.
The door was closed softly, and the sound of footsteps mixed with a familiar smell slowly approached from the door. The smell was exactly the same as hers, coming from the shower gel in the bathroom with a strong smell of sea water, but mixed with some other smells.
It’s Song Xuan who’s back.
Liu Xia lay on the sofa without moving. He had not yet figured out the problem he had been struggling with during the day, so he simply continued to pretend to be asleep and temporarily chose to avoid the problem.
From the sound, it could be heard that Song Xuan seemed to be afraid of disturbing her, so he chose to put the backpack directly on the ground. Then he walked lightly to the sofa and stopped, then slowly squatted down in front of her, so close that he could even clearly hear the other person's breathing.
The air seemed to be stagnant, with a subtle warmth, and the gaze lingered between her eyebrows as if it had substance.
Being watched so closely was not something Liu Xia, who had been single for over 20 years, could handle. Her heartbeat started to quicken, but she couldn't open her eyes. That would be like telling the other person that she was pretending to sleep.
Liu Xia had no choice but to keep her composure and continue pretending to sleep, but a blush quietly appeared on her ears and spread all the way to the skin on the side of her neck. This physiological change was beyond her control.
She heard the rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other, as if the other person had moved a little closer. A warm breath suddenly landed on the tip of her nose, and Song Xuan's fingers suddenly brushed lightly over the hair scattered on her cheeks. The sudden movement made her eyelashes tremble uncontrollably.
"Xia, you're awake." Song Xuan's clear voice, with a gentle air, passed by his ears, his tone hinting at a smile. "You're still like when you were little, your ears turn red when you get shy."
When Liu Xia heard this, she suddenly opened her eyes. The shyness in her eyes had disappeared, and instead there was a hint of sharp aura. She had already made a decision in her heart.
"I'm not Liu Xia."
"Impossible." Song Xuan retorted subconsciously.
Her gentle eyes froze for a moment, and the smile on her lips froze for a second before she said firmly, "Although we haven't seen each other for ten years, your facial features, your voice, and the mole on your eyebrow are exactly the same as Sister Xia's. You are Liu Xia!"
Liu Xia sat up, his voice steady and serious, with a tone of regret in it. He pondered for a moment before continuing, "To be precise, this body is still the Liu Xia you knew, but the soul has been gone for several months."
After saying that, she told the story of how her consciousness was transferred here due to the car accident. Except for the fact that she had acquired strange abilities, she also told the story in detail.
In the end, her conscience triumphed over her selfishness, and she planned to speak frankly and make things clear. She would earn He Tianlin's mechanical heart with her own ability, and was unwilling to continue to deceive this man using Liu Xia's identity.
Song Xuan still maintained the posture of looking at Liu Xia straight in the eye, listening to her words carefully, his eyes as dark as ink, immersed in his thoughts.
I don’t know whether he believed it or not, or if he only believed it to some extent.
"I know you can't accept this fact right now, but I don't want to hide it any longer for my own selfish desires and continue to deceive your feelings."
Liu Xia's eyes were burning and sincere, and he continued in a serious and sincere tone, "Although I'm not Liu Xia, I still hope you can help me save Xiao He. No matter what supplies the black market doctors need, I will do my best to collect them."
She is like a sharp sword that has been tempered by fire, with a tough and sharp core. She disdains to gain help by deceiving others, and prefers to fight for everything in her own way.
"Let's not discuss the possibility of consciousness traveling for now. Assuming this is true..." Song Xuan habitually pinched his fingers and continued to question, "Since you recalled your childhood memories with me, how can you be sure that the memories you said 300 years ago are real? And that your experiences here are fake?"
“…”
Liu Xia was speechless for a moment when asked this question. She had never thought about this issue before.
Ever since her consciousness came to the wasteland world, she only had memories of the real world. It was not until that time when Song Xuan knelt down and hugged her legs that she had the first fragment of memory here.
I originally thought that it was a memory produced after the body was stimulated, but when I was asked so seriously, this conclusion became a little uncertain.
"I really can't provide definite evidence for what you said, but my memories of the real world are too clear, and the experiences from childhood to adulthood are too real. It's hard for me to believe it's fake."
Liu Xia frowned, a hint of confusion in his voice, and hesitantly said, "And the memories here are only a few fragments... So I can only assume that my current consciousness comes from 300 years ago. If I think otherwise..."
Liu Xia's confused eyes gradually turned clear, and he said firmly, "Perhaps I will start to doubt my identity. If this goes on for a long time, I will definitely go crazy."
Song Xuan stared at Liu Xia intently, and in a short period of time his gaze changed from confusion to determination. His whole body exuded a sharp and attractive temperament. He was exactly the same as the Liu Xia he lived with when he was a child. He was still so sharp and high-spirited, but his temperament became more tenacious and indomitable.
Liu Xia didn't wait for the other party's answer, so he continued on his own: "If you don't want to continue helping me, I have no complaints. You can move out with Atong tomorrow morning and find another way."
Song Xuan didn't understand why human consciousness had this strange experience of traveling back and forth, and why the original memory was lost.
I just feel that Liu Xia's willingness to share this wonderful experience shows that she trusts me. The relationship between the two has become closer, their love has become stronger, and their hearts have beat faster.
He didn't want to continue arguing with Liu Xia about the truth or falsehood. There was only heartache and obsession in his eyes. In his mind, Liu Xia was Liu Xia, no matter her personality or appearance, as well as her sincere and resolute core.
"I'm willing..." He took a deep breath to calm himself, his eyes following Liu Xia as always. He clenched his fist and extended his pinky finger in front of Liu Xia, smiling brightly and gently, "I'm willing to continue helping you save people. We can make a pinky promise."
Liu Xia looked at the fingers stretched out in front of her and Song Xuan's bright smile in surprise. Such a childish action made her heart beat uncontrollably again. She didn't know what the other person was thinking.
The little fingers were gently intertwined, and the moment their skin touched, it felt like an electric current ran through them.
"Hook or hang yourself..." Song Xuan muttered softly, his eyes crooked as he looked into Liu Xia's. Their voices gradually merged, "Don't change for a hundred years."
An ambiguous atmosphere permeated the air, and warm breath brushed over intertwined fingers, casting beautiful shadows under the dim starry sky outside the window.
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