"You are...you are Xu Chengzhi?" Lin Yang covered her head with both hands, as memories of her previous life slowly invaded her brain, along with the ups and downs of her previous life.
"Yangyang, dinner's ready." The man didn't respond.
As soon as he finished speaking, two women dressed as maids entered from behind him.
One person was carrying toiletries, and the other was carrying a delicious-looking dish.
Both of them ran towards Lin Yang.
He put down what he was holding, knelt down in front of her, and began to wash her face with a humble expression.
Lin Yang stared intently at the two maids, her head throbbing slightly.
These two people vaguely appeared in my dreams, in an old house. Their owner... ah...
Her head hurt so much, and the more she thought about it, the more her head hurt.
Lin Yang let them do as they pleased, and finished rinsing her mouth and washing her face.
One of the maids packed up the cleaning supplies, her head still bowed, and left the room.
The maid carrying the dishes scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup with a golden spoon, let it cool slightly, and was about to feed it to Lin Yang.
Lin Yang looked away, turned her head away, and kept her mouth tightly shut, unwilling to let the thick chicken soup go into her mouth.
"Miss, please don't make things difficult for me." The maid moved the spoon and brought it to Lin Yang's lips again.
Her lips closed even tighter, leaving not a single gap.
"You may step back. I will feed her myself," the man looking down at Lin Yang said, his voice clear and cool, yet with a hint of magnetism.
The maid put down her spoon, lowered her head, and left the room, thoughtfully closing the iron gate behind her.
Only Lin Yang and the man remained in the room.
He strode slowly toward Lin Yang.
"Are you Xu Chengzhi?" Lin Yang slowly raised her head, and the blinding sunlight shone into her eyes again, making it almost impossible for her to see the familiar-looking man in front of her.
"Yangyang, are you still half asleep? Of course I am." Faced with Lin Yang's direct questioning of his identity, he finally admitted his identity with certainty and gently bent down.
He is Xu Chengzhi, the Xu Chengzhi who stirred her emotions in her dream.
"Xu Chengzhi." Lin Yang couldn't help but call out to him again, slowly raising her hand, which was shackled, and covering his face.
"Mmm," he responded softly, a gentle smile playing on his lips, though no smile appeared in his eyes.
The warm touch traveled from her fingertips to Lin Yang's heart, and she clearly felt that the person in front of her was real.
It slid down his cheek and finally stopped at his heart.
"Does it hurt?" Lin Yang asked him, the image of her sharp blade striking that spot flashing through her mind.
"Thump, thump." The fingertips pressed against his chest could clearly feel his heart vibrating inside.
Slow and faint, but vibrating.
This indirectly tells Lin Yang that the person in front of her is a living, breathing human being.
"It doesn't hurt." He pulled away the hand covering his chest, his tone extremely calm.
"I'm sorry." Lin Yang felt a pang of guilt whenever she thought of the blood on his body.
"No need to apologize, Yangyang. I understand, you're just doing this for the mission." He held Lin Yang's hand in his own.
His palms were icy cold as they enveloped Lin Yang's small hand.
Lin Yang awkwardly pulled her hand back, the handcuffs rattling against the chains. "Why are your hands so cold?"
She remembered that his hands were warm in her dream.
"Are you cold?" He crossed his hands, as if he couldn't feel the temperature, and asked Lin Yang.
"It's cold, like an icebox." Lin Yang paused, staring at the corner of his eye. "How did you know all this? And what's the meaning of imprisoning me here?"
Although his appearance was exactly the same as in my dream, there were slight fine lines around his eyes, which didn't seem to match his age.
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