A Day of Love: The President's Prey

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No wonder...

Sikong Jinglue would mistook her, calling her mom when he saw him, and the man in front of him also mistook her for Song Haiyue.

Even she herself, looking at the photos, had the illusion of looking at herself. [

It's a pity...she really isn't Song Haiyue.

Zi Zhu pursed her lower lip, "Is she Jing Lue's mother?"

Sikong Jingqiu took a deep look at her and nodded, "Well, she is Jinglue's mother."

"Where is she?" Zizhu's voice was a little bit astringent.

Zi Zhu didn't know what was causing the depression on his chest at this moment.She pursed her lips, and while waiting for Sikong Jingqiu's answer, she kept staring at the girl in the photo without moving away.

Sikong Jingqiu didn't answer right away, his eyes stayed on Zizhu all the time, carefully observing her every expression, and after a long while, he asked, "Are you asking about the present or the past?"

When he said this, his expression calmed down, as if he was recalling, but also looking forward to the future.

Now?

past?

Zizhu was a little confused by the question he asked himself. For a moment, he couldn't figure out whether he wanted to know the past or the present of this girl named Song Haiyue.

"Three years ago, she died, and when she was born Jinglue, she collapsed." Sikong Jingqiu frowned and said.

"Dead, dead?" Zi Zhu stopped his mouth in surprise, "I don't know...I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional..."

Her surprised expression didn't seem to be faked at all, which caused doubts in Sikong Jingqiu's mind.

Of course, it's not the fact that she doubts that she is Haiyue.

What he wondered was, what kind of illness would make a person completely unable to remember the past, and still not think that he had lost his memory?

Sikong Jingqiu frowned and thought about it, thinking about calling Xia Dongye later to ask if he had such a disease.

Zi Zhu looked at his pensive expression, thinking that her own problems must have caused him to experience an unpleasant experience, she hurriedly put the photo frame back, jumped out of bed, "Well... I'll go and open the door."

Sikong Jingqiu quickly reached out, grabbed her wrist, and stood up, "I'll go there with you."