Xia Yangyang nodded, "Don’t worry about , you go and handle your things. I’ll head back to the hotel later and then wait to have dinner with you."
Lu Haotian left.
Xia Yangyang then cleaned up the surrounding area of the cetery.
Finally, she sat beside the grave and rested her head upon the tombstone.
Xia Yangyang said, "Dad, I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten everything. Why do I feel like I woke up from a sleep and everything has changed? The world has changed. Brother Haotian has changed. I can’t rember anyone. But Dad, do you know? These days, I keep having dreams. I always dream of a blurry figure. I don’t know who it is, but she keeps calling my na. I have this feeling that I have forgotten sothing very important, but I just can’t rember it..."
Over this period, Lu Haotian told Xia Yangyang a lot of things.
The events that occurred in her life over the years.
Xia Yangyang listened and found it unbelievable.
However, Xia Yangyang also felt that there were many things Lu Haotian was reluctant to talk about, always glossing over them quickly.
Such as the matters involving Liu Ruyan and Xia Weiwei.
Or the details of the initial incident.
Or her best friend, Gong Xue’er.
Lu Haotian only said that after graduating from college, she and Gong Xue’er parted ways and haven’t had any contact since.
Could their friendship really be so fragile?
But since waking up that ti, Xia Yangyang had developed a problem with headaches.
It seed her subconscious resisted recalling those events.
Whenever Xia Yangyang tried to think a bit, she would suffer excruciating headaches.
So, to this day, many things remained unasked by Xia Yangyang.
After staying for a while, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.
Xia Yangyang decided to leave.
After leaving the cetery, Xia Yangyang hailed a taxi.
She originally planned to go straight to the hotel.
But when the car passed through the city center overpass, Xia Yangyang couldn’t help herself and said, "Master, go to Cloud Road."
Lu Haotian had said that years ago, Liu Ruyan sched to sell the Xia Family’s villa.
Now the villa has new owners; there was no need to disturb them.
Xia Yangyang knew this.
So much ti had passed.
The new owners had moved in long ago.
It would surely be inappropriate for Xia Yangyang to visit now.
But deep inside, Xia Yangyang still felt uneasy.
She hadn’t planned to disturb the occupants.
Xia Yangyang just intended to have a look from outside, even if just a glimpse.
Soon, the taxi reached the intersection on Cloud Road.
Xia Yangyang got out of the car.
From here, it was just a five-minute walk to the Xia Family villa.
The villa had a wrought iron fence with intricate designs.
Inside the fence, many roses were planted.
The roses were overly lush, growing along the fence and forming a wall of flowers.
In this bloomy June, the roses were vibrant.
The air was also filled with their fragrance, brimming with vitality.
These flowers, her mother had planted them herself when she was very young, and year after year, they grew into this lushness.
Xia Yangyang felt sowhat comforted.
Clearly, the roses were well-cared for, with no weeds around.
It seems the new owner had put thought into maintaining this garden.
Xia Yangyang touched the roses, and inexplicably felt like crying.
She walked around and reached the front of the Xia Family villa.
Standing at the entrance, Xia Yangyang could see the yard inside.
All the arrangents in the yard were still just as she rembered them.
There were two cherry trees planted by the entrance, now grown large.
There was an old locust tree in the yard with a swing hanging from it – once Xia Yangyang’s favorite spot.
The grass in the yard was neatly trimd, and the entire yard looked clean and tidy.
Obviously, the owner had taken care to maintain it.
Xia Yangyang really wanted to go in.
Moreover, Xia Yangyang noticed that the intricately carved iron gate was rely latched.
All she needed to do was give it a gentle push, and the gate would open.
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