Read Novel Full Chapter 108 [Extra 3]
Chapter 108 [Extra 3]
He Qingzhou was taken aback, moving his lips, but he didn’t know what to do.
Zhuo Zhiwei was a friend, a confidant, and another person in this world who deeply loved his sister. She was very important to him, and he was willing to do everything in his power to fulfill her wishes.
But the premise of everything was that it would not harm his sister’s interests.
He Qingzhou had heard earlier that his sister said she felt she still had a girlfriend.
He Qingqi had only ever had one girlfriend, Fang Xuanyao.
However, that person had once hurt her mercilessly. If she remembered everything again, facing the fact of being betrayed by her beloved, how much pain would she suffer? Even if he knew, even if he took action, He Qingqi might not recover her memories, so he still didn’t want to take the risk.
He was not averse to risk, yet at that moment, he was excessively cautious.
Thus, he could only let down his end with Zhuo Zhiwei, thinking of hiding it from He Qingqi for a lifetime.
He Qingzhou looked at Zhuo Zhiwei with a hint of apology, carefully choosing his words: “Zhiwei, I…”
As he uttered the first word, Zhuo Zhiwei raised her hand to stop him.
She lowered her eyes, her curled eyelashes golden from the sunlight, nodding slightly, the corner of her mouth lightly curving, and whispered: “No need to say it, I understand.”
He Qingzhou suddenly felt uneasy: “I’m sorry,” he said. Zhuo Zhiwei shook her head, expressionlessly looking out the window:
“There’s nothing to be sorry for. She doesn’t like me, and it’s not your fault. It’s just that we met too late, and I also…”
She lowered her head, fiddling with her fingers, her throat moving slightly before continuing: “I don’t have enough qualifications to make her like me.”
“It’s my own problem.”
“No…” He Qingzhou wanted to say no, that she was a very good girl, but Zhuo Zhiwei immediately turned her head and interrupted:
“Let’s go, He Qingqi is still waiting in the room.”
He Qingzhou gave her a complex look, finally nodded, and pushed open the door. He Qingqi’s eyes lit up immediately, completely ignoring her own brother, staring intently at Zhuo Zhiwei with concern: “Sister, are you okay?”
As soon as she spoke, she felt a bit embarrassed, pressing her lips together, smiling shyly: “Is it okay for me to call you like this?”
“How did I used to call you, Zhiwei? Weiwei?” She lightly bit her lip, calling someone so intimately made her cheeks blush.
He Qingqi suddenly felt a sense of regret. Why couldn’t she remember her past? She so wanted to know her past, the stories she had with Zhuo Zhiwei, how they had formed their bond.
Unfortunately, because of the car accident, she forgot. Fortunately, she was lucky enough to be born into a wealthy family, giving her a chance to survive, to see these people from her past again. They had confined her to the past, stubbornly and pitifully treating the tiny, negligible possibility as the last lifeline, waiting for her for eleven years.
If Zhuo Zhiwei wasn’t the girlfriend in her memory, why was she waiting for her?
Her eyes shone like stars, her heart both soft and aching.
Zhuo Zhiwei looked at her steadily, her heart accidentally skipping a beat, then feeling a sudden ache, her brow lightly twitching, she averted her gaze with restraint and composure.
No matter how wonderful that person was, she didn’t belong to her.
She was a person born in the light, completely different from herself. Her world was desolate, and only this living person standing before her could provide solace. That was enough.
Zhuo Zhiwei sadly closed her eyes, having accepted her fate countless times in life. Perhaps she was naturally unprivileged; whatever she wanted, it would never belong to her.
The light in her eyes dimmed for a moment, then she looked at He Qingqi with a mix of helplessness and tenderness, her lips barely curving: “You call me Zhiwei.”
“Zhiwei.” He Qingqi smiled obediently, her eyes squinting into crescent moons, the most familiar look of Zhuo Zhiwei. She was momentarily dazed, as if she had returned to her twenties.
“He Qingqi…” she murmured.
He Qingqi’s heartbeat skipped a beat, her gaze burning at Zhuo Zhiwei. How could this person be so charming? Just calling her by her full name made her heart flutter. If she could call herself Qiqi…
He Qingqi opened her mouth to say something, but then heard:
“By the way, Xiaoxi.” He Qingzhou suddenly spoke: “I think I heard you say you’re 19 years old at the door just now?”
He Qingqi was stunned, snapping out of it: “Yes, I…I’m 19 years old, aren’t I?”
“I meant before I died.” She added.
He Qingzhou looked at his sister softly, stroked her hair: “You’re 29.”
“Ah?” This time, He Qingqi was shocked. She felt her world was collapsing, stumbling, pointing at herself incredulously: “Twenty-nine? I’m twenty-nine?!” She took a deep breath, blinking her eyes, the cold air brushing by was slightly cool, and she voiced: “My god.”
She felt she had only taken a nap. Not only had she lost most of her memory upon waking, but her age had suddenly increased by ten years. Her subconscious felt this was impossible, but she had amnesia; perhaps her subconscious was wrong.
Again, that damned loss of control.
He Qingqi’s eyes darkened slightly, then she looked at Zhuo Zhiwei without showing any emotion and asked: “What about you guys?”
He Qingzhou replied: “I’m 47, Zhiwei is 43.”
Zhuo Zhiwei was 43, why was she so young? He Qingqi was barely comforted, feeling somewhat relieved.
She composed herself, stealing a glance at Zhuo Zhiwei, wanting to ask if she was her girlfriend, but was too shy, also fearing she might misunderstand. She pressed her lips together and then asked:
“Can you tell me about my past? Amnesia is really terrible, it makes me feel like this isn’t my life, like I’m someone without a past, without any sense of security.”
She looked up: “Did the doctor say what I should do to possibly recover my memory… I still want to, to remember as much as possible, otherwise my life would be too ridiculous. To me, I died mysteriously and then came back to life mysteriously.”
“I don’t know who in this world belongs to me, nor do I know who I should belong to.” As she said this, she involuntarily looked at Zhuo Zhiwei.
“To me, everything is too unfamiliar.”
“I want to know my past. Can you tell me? Maybe it can help me remember something: how I died, what kind of person I was.”
Her eyes were pure and clean, fully trusting the two people in front of her.
“I still have a girlfriend, right? Who is she.”
He Qingzhou moved his lips, just about to half-truthfully, half-falsely bluff, but then suddenly realized that even if he could deceive He Qingqi, what could he do? Once He Qingqi was discharged from the hospital and searched online, it would all be over. He could deceive her temporarily, but not forever.
He glanced at Zhuo Zhiwei, then at his sister, sighed, and smiled helplessly: “Actually, I wanted to hide it from you.”
“But I just realized it’s not realistic.”
He stood up, looked out the window, his tone full of nostalgia: “Actually, I’m your half-brother. Let’s start from the moment I first entered the He family….”
Cryogenic freezing of the body was a great life continuation plan. He Qingqi’s revival caused a massive stir nationwide. She was the first person in the country, even the world, to successfully revive. This was a milestone in domestic biological research, meaning that those with terminal illnesses, as long as their families had enough money, could freeze themselves after death and then thaw when treatment became available, thus reviving from death.
Like celebrating the New Year, various news outlets rushed to report it. She had been in this time-space without He Qingqi for a year. Fang Xuanyao thought she had died in the gunfire, but upon opening her eyes, she was back at that familiar cemetery, sleeping beside He Qingqi’s tombstone.
Is being alive a good thing? Perhaps for most people, yes, but for Fang Xuanyao, living in a place without He Qingqi was more painful than death.
She didn’t know whether everything she had experienced was real or just a dream.
She had thought of wanting to die, but then remembered that He Qingqi had been cryogenically frozen. Perhaps one day she could wake up?
Which He Qingqi would that be? If it was the nineteen-year-old He Qingqi she liked so much, would she give herself another chance? Even if it was the twenty-nine-year-old, she still wanted to see her one last time. With this thought, Fang Xuanyao opened a flower shop near He Qingqi’s cemetery.
He Qingzhou and Zhuo Zhiwei came to see her every year. When they stopped coming, it would mean He Qingqi had awakened.
That day, Fang Xuanyao was pruning branches and leaves when she suddenly heard people passing by sounding excited.
“Do you know? Cryogenic freezing technology succeeded! The director of ‘Password’ you know, that’s He Qingqi. She had a car accident ten years ago, and now things like artificial livers have been successful, so she was thawed and is already awake!”
Fang Xuanyao was stunned, her scissors clattering to the ground, rolling and smashing her shoe.
She trembled her lips: “Wh-what?” Then panickedly ran indoors, took out her phone to check Weibo, inundated with news about He Qingqi.
She had awakened….
Although there were no photos, the texts were enough to make Fang Xuanyao extremely excited.
She tightly held her phone, feeling as if she had been hit by a pie falling from the sky, her chest heaving violently.
Qiqi, trust me once more, just trust me once more.
He Qingzhou had finished telling the whole story. He Qingqi was slightly absent-minded, looking at Zhuo Zhiwei with complete disappointment.
Originally, her girlfriend was someone else, someone who had hurt her.
Was the shadow in that smoke her?
He Qingqi didn’t want to believe it. She was certain that when she heard the name Fang Xuanyao, it felt like facing a stranger, not like the person He Qingzhou described.
Her deeply loved lover.
Nineteen-year-old He Qingqi stubbornly looked at Zhuo Zhiwei, still unwilling to believe those facts.
“But I remember.” Her gaze fell on Zhuo Zhiwei’s wrist, she raised her hand to grip her slender wrist.
“I remember this watch is mine.”
Just as He Qingqi was about to say more, the door was pushed open by a woman with disheveled hair and heavy breathing. He Qingzhou suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with ferocity that He Qingqi had never seen before, he gritted his teeth: “What are you doing here!”