Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

"Yes," Xia Ruoxin put his hand on his chest. There was nothing there, and no one knew what kind of memory there had been today. No.

Jiang Yao's hand left her, picked up the makeup box on one side, and fluttered her face, but Xia Ruoxin smiled. There was a loss of sight in her eyes.

If the amulet was still there, will it not be like this now, will her life change,

It's just too much if and only if.

She closed her eyes and returned to her fifth birthday.

That year, she was five and Xia Yixuan was four.

Sister, what's on your neck, please play with me. Xia Yixuan, like a little princess, looks up and looks at the things hanging on Xia Ruoruo's neck. She has never seen it, it seems pretty.

"Sister, shall I change the doll with you?" She pointed at the doll in Xia Ruoxin's hands, of course, this was also hers.

And Xia Ruo shook her head heartily, put down the doll in her hand, and put her hand on the amulet. She could not have a doll, even if the doll was a four-year-old Xia Yixuan who carried a black pot and exchanged it with her mother of.

"Sister, give me," Xia Yixuan has always been extremely domineering, got up and rushed to Xia Ruoxin, Xia Ruoxin just kept retreating.

"Yixuan," Shen Yijun walked over and hugged Xia Yixuan's small body,

"Mom, I want something on my sister's neck. She won't give it to me, oh ..." Xia Yixuan cried when she saw Shen Yijun.

"If you want to give it to Xuan, it's her birthday today." Shen Yijun froze, how could she not be sensible and let her sister do it?

Xia Ruoxin just clenched the amulet in her hand, and her little lip was very tight, but she said nothing, but she refused silently.

"Xia Ruoxin, bring it," Shen Yijun stretched out her hand, while Xia Yixuan in her arms was crying louder and beating Shen Yijun while crying, mother I want, I want ...

"Here," Shen Yijun's hand stretched forward and gave it to me.

Xia Ruoxin took a step back again, she shook her head, "Mom, I only have this one, don't take it ... okay?"

"Enough," Shen Yijun quickly stood up, grabbed Xia Ruoxin's small shoulder, and tore the amulet hard from her neck.

"Mom ..." Xia Ruoxin just watched Shen Yijun take Xia Yixuan and left like this, and Xia Yixuan's little hand was holding that amulet.

"Mom ..." She flattened her mouth sadly and held up the old doll on the ground. "Mom, sad ..." But no one could answer her.

"Ruo Xin, Ruo Xin, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Yao's voice suddenly heard in his ear, and Xia Ruoxin opened his eyes.

"Sorry, Jiang Yao, I just thought about the past." She smiled apologetically, and there were tears on her long eyelashes.

"What did you think of?" Jiang Yao changed to a clean powder puff again, and her tears couldn't be wiped away, even more and more. This woman can really cry.

"It's nothing, just dreaming about things when I was a kid," she said lightly, just looking at herself in the mirror unconsciously, she might be the ugliest bride.

The wedding is about to begin.

In her wedding with Chu Li, there was a dreamy smile on the corners of her lips. Such a smile was extremely beautiful, but it was like a tarnished begonia flower. It was obviously precious, but it too early lost a lot of color.