pair of pliers, grasping Tong Yimo's throat. "Tell me, who sent you Xia Yangxiao Or Lian Zhongkai (Lian Huasheng's father) Or that Mr. Mo"“……” Tong Yimo only felt a breath stuck in her throat, unable...Ming Sihan glanced at Pei Xuanyan and nodded, his eyes dimming as he turned and left.

This day, he felt himself constantly in a state of being on the move.

...for the sake of a truth...

After being persuaded by Pei Xuan'yan, he really drove to Leng Yeshen's private residence.

Once again standing at the gate of the private residence, Ming Sihan pressed the intercom on the doorpost. The person who greeted him was still Liu Shuxin.

"Young Master Ming, how did you come here" Auntie Liu asked curiously.

Ming Sihan's voice was dark and low, he replied, "I came to find Uncle Leng."

"My young master took his young mistress back to their hometown." Aunt Liu replied.

Ming Sihan pursed his lips and asked, "Liu Po, is Xing'er really dead"

"This…" Aunt Liu hesitated to speak.

Ming Sihan's black eyes held a trace of sorrow: "Please, tell me the truth!"

Aunt Liu sighed deeply and advised solemnly, "Young Master Ming, you should stay away from here from now on. The death of the young miss has dealt a great blow to my mistress. Please forget about my young miss!"

"Uncle Leng really doesn't want to see me" Ming Sihan's voice gradually became hoarse.

Mrs. Liu replied with a helpless look, “My young master truly blames you. If you truly want Miss Xiao to rest in peace, the only thing you can do is forget about her and stop bothering the Leng family. It’s getting late, you should go back and rest!”

After Liu's wife finished speaking, she hung up the video call.

Mingshan Han sat alone outside the Cold family's private residence for a long time before driving back to the Cold family's private tomb.

Don't disturb the people in Leng's house...

Does that include Lian Xin Yao too

Also...

Xing'er had already died for him once...

Could it be that I have to die for him again

Even if Lian Xin Yao is a star child, so what

She forgot him...

She had a new life.

Perhaps she already has another boy she likes.

After all, she is only eighteen years old now...

After returning to the Cold Family's private tomb, Ming Sihan gave the security guard on duty a few hundred yuan bills and asked him to run errands and buy some wine for them to drink.

What does it feel like to be drunk and asleep in the cemetery every day

Ming Sihan felt that he was starting to fall.

He was lost, even confused about himself.

One week later…

The security guard entered Ming Sihan's tent, shaking him awake from his hangover.

"Wake up, Xiao Ming. There's a girl at the door looking for you." The security guard pulled Ming Sihan up from the bed.

Ming Sihan glanced at the security guard, moved his hand away, and lay directly back on the bed.

The guard had to pull Ming Sihan up from the bed again and said, "She said her name is 'Lian Xing'er'!"

Starry!

It was almost a conditioned reflex arc. Ming Sihan sprang up from the bed, without saying a word, he didn't even bother to put on his shoes, and ran out directly.

Ming Sihan ran to the entrance of the private tomb in one breath. Outside the gate, there stood a girl wearing a light blue checkered shirt, a beige gauze skirt, and long hair that was loose and braided into a princess braid. She lowered her head and kicked at the small stones on the ground.

There was that moment...

As if in a single glance, it felt like a thousand years.

Ming Sihan ran over again, reaching out to grab the girl's wrist, and directly pulled her into his arms.

"Starlight, Starlight, Starlight, Starlight..." he called out again and again, his voice hoarse and choked with emotion. His grip was firm but not tight.

He held her like a precious treasure, afraid to hurt her, but unwilling to let go.

After an unknown amount of time, Ming Sihan suddenly came to his senses, grabbed the girl's shoulders, and abruptly pushed her away.

“You’re not a star!” Just moments ago, his voice was filled with tenderness and longing. Now, it was as cold as ice.

Lian Xin Yao blinked her eyes, playfully nibbling on her lower lip and stretching into a mischievous smile: "That... you can treat me as Xing'er, or you can pretend I'm not."

Ming Sihan was immediately taken aback, staring at Lian Xin Yao with surprise.

Lian Xin Yao raised her hand, her fingers crossed and moving back and forth. She continued in a stammered voice, "Actually... after you followed me that time, I started to have suspicions about you. Because, six months ago, all my memories are gone. I felt like you knew me... so... after asking my family relentlessly, I finally found out my real name was Lian Xing'er."

"……" Ming Sihan looked at Lian Xin Yao, feeling inexplicably incredulous.

Then Lian Xin Yao gave Ming Sihan a wry smile, "You're Ming Sihan, right We were lovers before I'm so sorry! I don't remember anything at all!"

Every word she spoke pierced his heart.

"Do you still remember Lang An" After a long while, Ming Sihan finally asked in a deep voice.

Lian Xin Yao immediately shook her head, then nodded.

Ming Sihan looked at Lian Xin Yao in bewilderment.

Lian Xin Yao frowned, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards slightly. After a moment of silence, she replied: "About Lang An, I only heard about it. My grandfather, oh! No, my grandpa said that I gave my heart to you, and Lang An... he gave his heart to me. But I don't remember Lang An. So, both you and Lang An, I really don't have much feeling. I'm sorry."

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.han chuckled as he reached out to pinch Lian Xing'er’s cheek.Fortunately, she used top-of-the-line makeup.After he kneaded her face, his fingertips were clean and dry, and not a speck of makeup was sm...