Zhao Siqing sat beside her and helped her fold the clothes. The mother and daughter were silent for nearly ten minutes.
When the clothes were almost done, Zhao Siqing looked up at the woman beside her and said softly, "mom. "
Yang Jingqiu looked up at her and didn't say anything.
Zhao Siqing looked at her and said slowly, "do you not like me very much? "
Yang Jingqiu sneered and said coldly, "you still ask if you know. "
Zhao Siqing:"...". ...
After losing the first round, Zhao Siqing was a little unconvinced and continued to ask, "am I not beautiful enough? "
Yang Jingqiu glanced at her and said mockingly, "can you be more beautiful than me? "
Zhao Siqing:"...". ...
In the second round, she was defeated again.
Zhao Siqing sat cross-legged on the Sofa and hugged the pillow as she said aggrievedly, "you must have picked me up. "
Yang Jingqiu's expression did not change as she said, "you're quite self-aware. "
Zhao Siqing:"...". ...
In the third round, she was still defeated.
Zhao Siqing fell silent. Yang Jingqiu raised her eyes and glanced at her as she said coldly, "If you have anything to say, just ask. You're beating around the Bush like an old lady. "
Zhao Siqing thought for a moment and looked at her hesitantly. "Last night... was it you who added a bed for me? "
She couldn't remember much else, but she still knew about her own bed.
Yang Jingqiu looked at her and said coldly, "you flatter yourself. "
Zhao Siqing felt that she was very angry, but she still had to keep a smile on her face.
"Um... did anyone come last night... " Zhao Siqing held the cup in her hand and asked tentatively.
Yang Jingqiu's beautiful eyes looked straight at her. A few seconds later, she said in a deep voice, "No. "
Hearing this, Zhao Siqing could not help but feel a little disappointed.
It seemed that it was really a dream... ...
After a moment, Yang Jingqiu got up and was about to make breakfast. When she passed by Zhao Siqing, Zhao Siqing could not help but reach out to grab her.
Yang Jingqiu looked at the small hand that was grabbing her. She paused for a moment and was a little absent-minded.
Zhao Siqing also seemed to feel that something was wrong and slowly let go.
She and Yang Jingqiu seemed to have been estranged for too long.
She could not even remember the last time she had such a touch with her.
The mother and daughter were silent for a few seconds. Then, Zhao Siqing looked up at her and said softly, "can you talk to me? "
Yang Jingqiu looked at her in a daze as well. She only felt that time had passed really quickly.
In the blink of an eye, that once fair and tender little ball had grown so big.
Yang Jingqiu looked up at the clock on the wall and sat beside Zhao Siqing. She said coldly, "ten minutes. "
Recalling her dream, Zhao Siqing said softly, "recently... I've been able to dream of some particularly messy fragments that have never happened before. "
Hearing this, Yang Jingqiu frowned and didn't say anything.
Zhao Siqing looked up at her and said softly, "I just want to ask, have I... Lost my memory before? or... have I forgotten something? "
Zhao Siqing actually didn't know how to ask. Those dreams were like fleeting shadows, too bizarre and strange.
But if those dreams really existed, she really couldn't think of any other explanation other than losing some of her memories.
But throughout these twenty years, other than the few years when she was young and ignorant, Zhao Siqing didn't feel like she had forgotten anything.
"No, " Yang Jingqiu said straightforwardly.
The answer was the same as Zhao Siqing's, so she was not too disappointed.
She looked at Yang Jingqiu and continued to ask, "then... before this year, did you meet Huo Jingchen? "
Yang Jingqiu thought for a moment and slowly said, "I met him twice at the banquet, but we didn't talk. "
Hearing this, Zhao Siqing fell silent again.
So she was actually thinking too much... ...
It was just a dream, why must she blame it on reality.