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Chapter 191: Hysteria in That Year (2)
The corners of the man's lips curled up, revealing a beautiful smile, enchanting in the night.

"I'm Qian—" the girl's voice stopped suddenly, her eyes froze.

Around her neck was a pair of extremely beautiful hands, which tightened bit by bit, her face turned pale bit by bit, and she could no longer make a sound.

The man kept looking at her face, watching her eyes slowly close, he leaned over, kissed her forehead, kissed her face, his lips fell on her lips: "Don't be afraid of Xia Chu, I will come to accompany you your."

The man's hand was still on the girl's neck, she closed her eyes, so peaceful.

And then what?The image in the dream began to blur, and many faces appeared, strange and familiar, she couldn't see or hear clearly, but there was only one voice, which came from far away.

"Chu Xia, don't be afraid, you'll be fine after a night of sleep."

"My Xiachu, never forget, you are Xiachu, you are Zuocheng's favorite Xiachu, don't forget."

"At the beginning of Xia, Qiancheng died. On a rainy day, he was hit by a car and lost a lot of blood. You sat in the passenger seat, blood splashed on your white skirt. He died. There is no season in this world anymore. It's humility."

"At the beginning of Xia, you have to remember that the murderer is—" The voice suddenly became clear, "Zuo Cheng."

This voice...is Zuo Cheng.

That year, the 17-year-old girl couldn't open her eyes, she just remembered this voice, repeated in her ears over and over again.

"At the beginning of Xia, it was Zuo Cheng who killed Ji Qiancheng."

"It was Zuo Cheng who killed Ji Qiancheng."

"It's Zuocheng."

"..."

"Left city!"

The person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were silent but thrilling, his lips were white from being bitten, and his forehead was covered with dense sweat.

Then, a pair of cool hands embraced her trembling body: "Chu Xia."

The man's voice was warm, like melting water in early spring.

It was Zuo Cheng's voice, Jiang Xiachu's panicked eyes slowly quieted down, and when he turned around, he saw the man's gentle brows and eyes.

"Zuocheng?" Half asleep and half awake, Zuocheng's face coincided with that in the dream, and Jiang Xiachu suddenly realized.

Zuo Cheng looked at her softly like that, hugged her into his arms, and said in a gentle voice, "It's me." Tightening his hands tightly, he patted her on the shoulder and coaxed, "Don't be afraid, it's just a dream .”

The tip of her nose is full of Zuocheng's breath, the familiar coolness, entangled in every sense, she suddenly woke up in a daze, she shook her head, snuggled into Zuocheng's arms softly, murmured: "It's not a dream."

Zuo Cheng didn't say a word, just hugged her hand, and it became tighter, as if it was going to rub into her flesh and blood.

Jiang Xiachu raised her eyes, she was clear, and she said again, "Zuocheng, that's not a dream."

Zuo Cheng remained silent. For the first time, this man dodged his eyes.

That's not a dream, yes, no, it's just that this man wants to turn all of that into a dream.

He didn't say a word, and she understood, and her lips were bleak after a thorough understanding: "I have always had such dreams these years, and only now do I know that those are not dreams."

Zuo Cheng leaned over to kiss her lips, but she just opened her eyes, her voice poured out on his lips, she said: "That year, I hit Qiancheng with a car."

Zuo Cheng's back stiffened, and then he kissed Jiang Xiachu fiercely.

Jiang Xiachu remained silent, and let Zuocheng bite and swallow him. After a long time, a pair of cool little hands covered Zuocheng's face. He didn't move. She said, "That year, I became Qiancheng."

Jiang Xiachu's hands were icy cold, and traces of cold penetrated into every sense in Zuocheng. Suddenly, behind him, he hugged her fiercely: "Xiachu, no matter what you dreamed, forget it."

She leaned into his arms and let out a sneer, desolate and desperate, opened her lips, and said, "Then—" she raised her eyes and looked into Zuo Cheng's eyes, she clearly said every word, "Then you will become me for me." the murderer."

Zuo Cheng remained silent, but his eyes were scorchingly bright under the slightly dim light.

Finally, all the past that he had tried and tried to hide was revealed, and it was all spread out under the cold eyes of this woman.

Jiang Xiachu withdrew from his arms, smiled absurdly and desolately, laughed for a while, then pondered for a while, and began to murmur dreamily: "I actually forgot, how could I forget?" She looked at him , "Zuocheng, it was me, I was the one who killed Qiancheng, I was the murderer."

I am the murderer—her calm voice crashed into Zuo Cheng's heart, where blood and flesh flew.

It's been five years, he's been hiding it for five years, and the memory that he tried so hard to erase has come back again, he is unprepared, he wants to escape in a panic, he wants to do everything possible to cover it up, erase it, and even destroy it.

But, he can't, this woman, how can she be willing?

"Xiachu, I always hoped that you would never remember it." He was in a daze, as if he was in a desperate situation, only helpless, "My Xiachu, what should you do?"

"Yeah, what should I do?" She repeated Zuo Cheng's words, turned her eyes away and looked out of the far window.

Zuo Cheng was stunned, looking at the woman in his arms, like a distant dream that was about to shatter.

Are you saying he is omnipotent?But for her alone, he was powerless.

What should he do?What about the woman he loved?The erased memory will remember that the thing called the truth, he has no way to destroy the corpse, so he has become the loser of time and fate, what he can give to his woman is only five years, only five years time.His woman, that clean and pure white woman who practiced murder for life, how should she accept such a fact?

"That's Qiancheng, the person who used to spend all the time when he was young, the person who used to like the most, the person who thought that he would spend the rest of his life together, I even foolishly thought that if he died, I would follow him He died together." She sneered, and the corners of her mouth twitched, "But I killed him with my own hands, I personally put him—"

"At the beginning of Xia, that was an accident."

"He must hate me to death, and he will never forgive me. I wanted to pay his life today. After all, murder pays for life, but, but I—"

Zuo Cheng hastily cut off her words: "Xia Chu, I don't allow you to have such thoughts."

But I don't want you to die——Jiang Xiachu opened his lips, his throat was choked, unable to make a sound, he looked at the man in front of him sadly, then behind him, hugged him, tightly, tightly, only heard him Said: "Xia Chu, isn't it as bad as before? You can hate me, you can blame me, I don't allow you to blame yourself, and I don't allow you to kill someone to pay for your life. If this is the case, the grass in front of my Zuocheng grave is probably worse. You are tall. So Jiang Xiachu, there is no killing, you never did anything wrong, it was all accidents."

His voice is that ancient Gu, she completely forgets herself.

At the beginning of Jiang Xia's thought, she was really bewitched, and then, she forgot about that young man, and the only thing in her mind and eyes was the man holding her.

(End of this chapter)