Ji Sang breathed deeply, suppressing his heartbeat that was too fast, hoping that he would not say the wrong thing.

The noise was not big, but the courtyard was really quiet. Ah Xing put down his pen and turned to look at Ji Sang.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"You're here?"

The soft voice brought a hint of warmth to this autumn and winter day, and also made Ji Sang, who didn't know what to say, began to relax.

"Well, what did you draw?"

Ah Xing turned his body sideways and asked Ji Sang to see it himself.

The one on the drawing board is indeed the tree outside the yard. She stood far away just now and didn't see it clearly. Now she saw that the painting is not exactly the same as the tree outside.

An irrelevant flower was added to the originally bare trunk by A Xing.

It was very inconsistent at first glance, but I had other insights when I looked at it again.

Just like a dead tree is in spring, although it is not the same variety, such visual collision will vividly express the desire for vitality.

That flower happens to be a rose.

Ji Sang's eyelashes trembled slightly. Could this be A Xing's desire?

She also wants to remember the past like herself.

She wants to know who she is and who her family is, so that she can have her complete life.

"Axing, do you know why you like Red Rose now?"

The last time I asked, I couldn't get the answer from A Xing, and even she herself didn't know why she loved Hong Qiangwei so much.

Perhaps because Ji Sang's eyes were too serious, A Xing's eyes fell on the painted rose again.

It took a few minutes before she could speak slowly.

"Maybe it's love."

"The red rose is so beautiful, ostentatious, like a fire, just like a love for the world."

“It’s so beautiful that it’s impossible to look away.”

"It's so beautiful that even without coloring, I know she's smiling."

It was exactly the same as when Ye Lin and Ji Sang were going to the old house at that time.

You see, no matter what happens, she is still the most natural person after all, and Fu Zhixing, the Fu family who loves the world, loves life and fights hard for her dreams.

Ji Sang's heartbeat, which had finally been suppressed, is now starting to jump faster.

"A Xing, can this painting be given to me?"

A Xing was a little surprised, but nodded.

"Of course, you can do it."

A Xing didn't understand where his familiarity with Ji Sang and inexplicable came from. He guessed that she might be very similar to an old friend she knew, so she treated her gentleness.

It was like treating that memory she couldn't remember.

...........

"I'll come to see you tomorrow and bring you a gift."

This is what Ji Sang said to Ah Xing before leaving the sanatorium.

Just now, the two were in the courtyard, and Yongqi stayed in the tea room and did not come out, giving them enough space.

He was not sure that Ji Sang would not mention the Fu family, but now looking at A Xing's situation, he seemed to not know it.

"The little girl seems to have something to worry about today."

Ah Xing rarely talks about others on his own initiative.

Yong Qi also found it strange why she had such an attitude towards her after seeing Ji Sang for the first time.

"Do you like her very much?"

"Don't you think she looks good? Those eyes."

Eye?

Yong Qi suddenly smiled.

"It's very nice, the eyes are the same as yours."

A Xing frowned and looked at Yong Qi with little clarity.

The latter suddenly pointed to the glass that could be used as a mirror.

"Look, there is light in your eyes."
Chapter completed!