Regaining Memory

Xiao Ran couldn’t remember those past events, but Huo Zhou’s words opened the door to his curiosity. “Huo Zhou, can you tell me everything about Qiao An and me?”

Huo Zhou looked at him and saw the curiosity in Xiao Ran’s eyes. He said emotionally, “In this life, you’ve loved, hated, and forgotten each other, but in the end, you have to hold on to each other for the rest of your lives.”

Huo Zhou told Huo Xiaoran everything about Xiaoran and Qiao An meeting and falling in love.

In some places, although Huo Zhou repeated what Qiao An had told him, their perspectives were different. When Qiao An told him, he only knew that Qiao An loved Huo Xiaoran dearly. Now that he heard Huo Zhou tell him about what he had done for Qiao An, he knew that he loved Qiao An even more.

Huo Zhou talked about how in order to give him a home, Qiao An had struggled to survive in the terrorists’ lair and gave birth to a pair of twins for him.

Huo Zhou also talked about how he had ignored Qiao An’s married status and bought her a house and the corporation she worked for.

Huo Zhou mentioned that Qiao An had misunderstood him and racked her brains to leave him. He also mentioned that he had tried his best to imprison Qiao An.

… .

Perhaps it was because Huo Zhou was too detailed in piecing together Xiaoran’s incomplete life. At first, Huo Xiaoran was still a little confused and numb, but gradually, his slowness seemed to have become extremely sharp and sensitive.

Those trivial memories that were sealed in his heart would occasionally magically jump out.

He recalled the scene of him and Qiao An kissing over and over again in the Heavenly Imperial Garden.

His head suddenly ached violently. He frowned, but he greedily wanted to piece together more images of their memories. He ignored his headache and tried his best to recall.

He suddenly remembered the scene of him fighting the criminals at the White Horse Temple and the scene of him saying goodbye to his father before the plane crash.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Huo Zhou sensed that something was wrong. “Xiaoran, are you feeling unwell?”

Xiaoran reached out to stop him, indicating that he should not be disturbed. Then he waved at him to leave.

Huo Zhou could only stand up and leave.

Ki Ki stuck to the door like a door god. When Huo Zhou went out, he instructed Ki Ki, “Ki Ki, stay and take care of your father.”

Ki Ki nodded.

Huo Zhou glanced at the room and felt that Xiaoran’s reaction was a little strange. However, such a strange reaction did not bring him much uneasiness. Huo Zhou left after giving Ki Ki a few instructions.

In the house, Huo Xiaoran had a splitting headache. The more he tried his best to think, the more his head hurt.

But he was like an explorer. Every time he developed an unknown understanding, he was extremely satisfied. He recalled the scene of him and Qiao An dating online. He was cold and not good with words. On the other hand, Qiao An was the opposite. She was like a beam of light shining into his dark world. From then on, the name of this girl was branded in his heart.

He recalled the first time he saw Qiao An. She stood in front of Li Zecheng and introduced herself with a smile. “Uncle, I’m Qiao An.”

At that time, he seemed to have been struck by lightning and fled in a sorry state.

Later, he realized that she was not happy, so he had a trace of improper thoughts that he shouldn’t have. He wanted to take her back. But his morals wouldn’t allow him to do anything to snatch his nephew’s wife.

Until she fell off the building… He regretted it terribly. If he had known that she would be so hurt, he would have tried his best to snatch her back, regardless of what others would say.

From then on, he worked hard to get close to her and redeem her.

Until he realized that she had married Li Zecheng only because she had mistaken Li Zecheng for him.

He almost went crazy because of this news. Qiao An, because of him, married Li Zecheng without a proposal ceremony.

He was the one she was supposed to marry.

That sincerity was also for him.

There was no reason for Xiao Ran to give up on such a wonderful Qiao An.

… .

The scenes of the past danced chaotically in his mind. Finally, they became orderly.

It was like a bridge that turned Xing Chen and Qiao An from a couple in love to soulmates who loved each other to the bone.

The pain of losing Qiao An might be worse than death for Xing Chen. To Huo Xiaoran, it was no different from the destruction of the world.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and lay straight on the bed, staring at the white ceiling.

Ki Ki heard the commotion and immediately pushed the door open.

He ran to his father’s bed and saw Huo Xiaoran holding the bedsheet tightly. Because he had used too much strength, his nails dug into his skin until blood seeped out.

And his face, as pale as a sheet. But his eyes were so red they seemed to drip blood.

“Daddy, shout if you’re sad.” Ki Ki had not only inherited Huo Xiaoran’s looks, but also his personality. After his mother left, he did not cry like his sisters, but he was in a daze for the entire day and held a breath in his chest.

The child was feeling terrible.

Huo Xiaoran suddenly sat up, and blood flowed out of his mouth.

Ki Ki was terrified. He hurriedly picked up a tissue and wiped his father. He even shouted uneasily, “Daddy, you have to take care.”

Xiao Ran pulled Ki Ki into his arms and the father and son hugged each other and cried. The so-called crying was silent, sobbing, and trembling.

“I’m sorry, Ki Ki. Daddy was useless. He didn’t protect Mommy well.”

Ki Ki didn’t know what to say. In the end, he only said, “Daddy, I think Mommy loves you so much. She must not want you to fall into pain and be sad for her.”

That night, the father and son had an extremely difficult time.

The next day, Xing Xiaoya woke up early to make breakfast.

Angel and Joey were especially curious about the village kitchen. They tiptoed to it and looked curiously at the firewood.

Xing Xiaoya wanted to be their stepmother. She wanted to have a good relationship with the children. She gently held Angel’s hand and said, “Baby, what do you like to eat? Shall I make it for you?”

“Are you daddy’s sister?” Joey asked.

Xing Xiaoya paused. She didn’t want to just be their daddy’s sister. “You can call me Aunt.”

“Dad’s sister is clearly an aunt.” Joey pouted.

Xing Xiaoya blushed and said, “Call me whatever you want. As long as you’re happy.”

She took out the steaming steamed buns from the pot and handed them to the two children. “You’re hungry, right? Eat this.”

Angel and Joey took the buns unguarded. Angel, as her name suggested, had a warm personality and immediately carried the steamed buns to share with her daddy and brother.

She tiptoed to her daddy’s room, afraid of disturbing their sleep, and gently opened the door.