The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

Chapter 481: Chapter 483: The Deepest Love, The Best You 5

She let go of his hand and stood up.

Her fingertips slowly brushed across his face, his furrowed brows, his high nose, his thin lips.

A faint smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

Unconsciously, she slightly lowered her head, and her lips replaced her fingertips, kissing his cold lips.

Nan Mo...

She silently repeated in her heart, you must be well.

The urging sound came from outside the door again, and she quickly got up, wiping the tears off her face.

She helped place his hands under the blanket, tucked in the corners, looked at him reluctantly one last time, and slowly walked out the door.

As the door closed, the man lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

In his dark, deep eyes, a tear rolled down from the corner.

On his handsome face, his cheeks gradually turned red, and the veins on his forehead bulged; the man stared fixedly at the ceiling, as if trying to bore a hole through it.

The hand on the bed clenched into a tight fist.

Due to excessive blood loss, his body was weak and powerless, yet inside, it was a storm of emotions.

Memories surged from the first time he met Xia Xiaonuan to all her strange reactions afterward.

Countless times, he had suspected, been curious...Never hätte he thought, even in his dreams, that she would turn out to be Qiqi.

Qiqi’s body disappeared when the plane lost contact, and when she woke up, she had become Xia Xiaonuan, with the same name and gender as her.

How could this be possible?

Is there really such a thing as time travel in this world?

But...just now, everything she said, every detail, was so familiar.

In the palm of his hand, he could still vaguely feel the touch of her fingertips.

Even in the air, her scent still lingered.

Liang Shaochen closed his eyes; wasn’t all of this just a dream?

He thought of Xia Xiaonuan’s loss of composure when she saw him; he thought of how, when the whole world couldn’t find him, she alone found him in the church; he thought of how she threw herself at him without hesitation when the knife came down;

He thought of that time in the hotel when she asked him if he knew someone named Nan Mo;

He thought of that night at Mrs. Smith’s home, when he urged her to reconcile with Nangong Yaoling, and she suddenly lost control of her emotions;

He thought of the many times she reminded him that there were many people who looked alike in this world, and his irritation and cold words;

He thought of the heart-shaped apple she carved for him in the hospital, which he coldly shoved away, saying he only liked things from Qiqi;

He thought of how he pushed her down in the café for Jiang Xue, calling her a vicious woman;

He thought of the time in the mall when he fiercely told her that their matters didn’t need the interference of an outsider like her;

How many times...she subtly hinted to him that she was Qiqi...but every time, he heartlessly pushed her away.

Every single time like that, her heart must have bled.

Yet, he was indifferent to it; he foolishly believed Jiang Xue’s lies and those deceptions.

The Qiqi he loved the most, the Qiqi he cherished the most, he had wounded her so deeply himself...

The pure white bed sheets were slowly crumpled into a ball in his hands.

He suddenly felt the bed beneath him become infinitely large, so large that there wasn’t a single point in the world that could support his inner guilt and despair.

”Nan Mo, I once thought, as long as you were happy, as long as you felt content and joyful with Jiang Xue, even if we never recognized each other for a lifetime, I would be willing...”