The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Xia Beiqing continued to write on the paper.

——Brother Che, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you wake up with my own eyes.

There was a trace of guilt in the boy's eyes.

Looking at the three words of sorry on the paper, Dongtang Chiyou felt as if he was pressing a big rock in his heart, which made him unable to breathe.

"No, you are not sorry for me..."

Instead, he fell into a coma, knew nothing, couldn't do anything.

"Go into the room and chat." Yun Ci pushed Xia Beiqing's wheelchair and walked into the living room.

Huayirong helped to pour a few cups of tea, and several people sat in the living room chatting and asked each other about the recent situation.

Yun Ci took a sip of tea, slowly put down the cup, and looked towards Xia Beiqi: "There is something, we want to talk to you."

The corners of Xia Beiqing's raised lips gradually sank. Of course he knew what Yun Ci wanted to talk about.

Yun Ci stood up from the sofa, looked at Dongtang for a long time, and then pushed Xia Beiqin into the room with him, but didn't follow the familiar person.

When he came to the room, Yunci closed the door.

Xia Beiqing sat in the wheelchair, lowered his head, twisting his clothes with some tension with his fingers.

Yun Ci pulled a chair, sat down in front of him, and asked straightforwardly: "Why drove Shen Zhiyu away?"

Xia Beiqing buried his head deeper and said nothing.

Yun Ci looked at him and said, "In front of us, there is nothing to hide."

Xia Beiqing slowly picked up the pen and paper, wrote a few words, and handed it to Yunci.

——No reason, just looking at him annoying, I hope he stays away from me.

Yunci frowned and unsparingly opened his eyes: "This is not your truth."

He could even disregard his life comfort for the sake of Shen Zhiyu, so how could he bother him?

Xia Beiqing held the pen tightly, his chest suddenly rose and fell violently, as if he couldn't breathe, he was shaking and writing on the paper.

——Sister-in-law, please, stop asking.

Seeing his slightly pained expression, Yunci compromised. She listened to the flowers and said that Xia Beiqing's recent emotional instability makes it easy to lose her mind and even hurt herself. I'm afraid that I will continue to ask questions. Drove him down.

"Well, I respect all your choices."

Xia Beiqin twitched the corner of his mouth, showing an ugly smile, then wrote on the paper, and handed it to Yunci and Dongtang Chi You to look at it.

——Sister-in-law, Brother Che, how are you doing recently?

Yunci nodded: "Very good."

Xia Beiqing laughed happily. He stared straight at Dongtang Chi You. Suddenly, as if he had discovered something unusual, the smile on his mouth stiffened, and he began to look at Dongtang with doubts and scrutiny. Slowly.

Dongtang was unclear, so he asked, "What's the matter?"

Xia Beiqing recovered and hurriedly wrote on the paper.

——Brother Che, you seem to be different, have you...recovered your memory.

Dongtang Chi You was a little surprised by Xia Beiqin's keen insight.

"Is it so obvious?"

Xia Beiqing widened his eyes and shook his head.

——It's not obvious, but Brother Che and I have lived for several years, so it feels different.

Although Jun Si Che and Dong Tang Chi You are the same person, if you look closely, you will find that they feel really different.

——So, have you really recovered all your memories?

Dongtang nodded slowly: "Yes, I finally remember who I am."

Xia Beiqin struggled excitedly in the wheelchair, but immediately afterwards, the light in his eyes dimmed again, drooping his head, writing on the paper, and cautiously holding it to Dongtang for a while.