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Chapter 65: Death of the Precognitive Family (1)

Around three or four in the afternoon, with a series of knocks on the door, Jiang Jianxin's villa welcomed the long-awaited guests.

"Hello, Elder Zuo."

Jiang Jianxin opened the door and saw Zuo Siquan standing at the door wearing the blue jacket and white wide-leg pants he wore that day, with his long hair loosely draped over his shoulders, standing against the light.

Seeing Jiang Jianxin, she rushed over with a cry, hugged her tightly, and shouted excitedly:

"Sage, we finally meet again. Woohoo, you don't know how much I missed you during the time you were away."

Jiang Jianxin has no memory of the sage, but judging from the unforgettable memories Shen Ye had with the sage, she must have had an unforgettable experience with Zuo Siquan when she was a child.

Jiang Jianxin closed the door, asked her to sit on the sofa, and poured her a cup of hot tea.

"For some reason... I forgot what happened between us."

"I don't know why you suddenly came to see me. If it's convenient, could you tell me our previous story first?"

She asked slowly in the steam rising from the tea.

To be honest, without her previous memories, she was really confused now.

Zuo Siquan nodded, paused, shook his head, and said apologetically:
"You warned me that touching upon some things in our past could easily lead to disaster, so I can't tell you too much about it in detail... I can only vaguely tell you some of the details."

"I'll tell you everything when the time is right."

Jiang Jianxin was intrigued by these words. She stroked the warm teacup with her fingers and said with an itchy heart:

"Some details... that's fine, then tell me roughly what's going on between you and the Precognition Family?"

Zuo Siquan lowered her head to sort out her thoughts. When the first wisp of white heat dissipated, she began to narrate:

"The story begins ten years ago."

Jiang Jianxin took a sip of tea and listened to Zuo Siquan slowly recount those old memories.

"Ten years ago, my name wasn't Zuo Siquan, but Yu Sirou. I was the fiancée that the prince of Black Eye Pharmaceutical had chosen for me since childhood."

"puff----"

Jiang Jianxin spit out a mouthful of water. Zuo Siquan looked at her with concern and said:

"What's wrong, Sage?"

Jiang Jianxin wiped his mouth with a wandering look and said:

"nothing."

She just didn't expect that the Predictors would play such a big game and directly take the fiancée of the consortium's prince as a pawn.

Judging from the fact that Zuo Siquan successfully visited her ten years later and was very enthusiastic towards her, the plan of the Predictable Family was actually a great success.

Although Zuo Siquan was a little puzzled, she didn't say anything. She continued:

"Everything was going smoothly until something happened. I was tricked by the Black-eyed Crown Prince and sent to the Second Mental Hospital. It was a restricted area cordoned off by 'His Majesty', and I couldn't send any requests for help from the outside world."

"I was tortured beyond recognition by those crazy doctors in the mental hospital. Finally, I was pushed onto the operating table, had my limbs cut off, and was thrown into the snow in the dead of winter." Jiang Jianxin showed an expression of astonishment and sympathy. She could not imagine how desperate Zuo Siquan was at that time.

When she talked about this experience again, Zuo Siquan's face was numb and indifferent. She continued calmly:
"I thought I was going to die. Without my limbs, I could only wriggle on the ground... I wanted to call for help, but my tongue had already been cut off."

"The snow was covered in my blood, a large patch of bright red that seeped deep into the ground. I sobbed like a human in that silent winter, gnawing on a mouthful of snow like a dead dog, the cold gradually eroding my consciousness."

Having said that, Zuo Siquan suddenly turned his head and looked at her, with twinkling lights in his eyes.

Jiang Jianxin knew that this was the first time the predictor was going to make his debut.

"Just then, you appeared."

Zuo Siquan said as expected.

Jiang Jianxin took a sip of tea and twitched his lips in amusement.

The light camp has always been shrewd and calculating, and she is a family of foresight and her childhood was the strongest in the foresight sequence. Looking at the meticulous plan in the letter, it can be known that she is not a kind and naive naive person.

Arriving at the right time and appearing as a savior at the most desperate moment is the most common way for every strategist who is good at winning people's hearts to win their hearts.

"...My consciousness was already blurry. In my dim vision, I only saw a fragment of your white robe passing by. Then someone pinched my chin with cold fingers, forcing me to raise my head and open my mouth."

"Because my tongue was cut off, there was a lot of blood clots in my throat. You put your fingers in and pressed my throat, forcing me to spit out the blood. Then you poured a very bitter potion into my mouth."

Zuo Siquan took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and continued:
"Those very bitter medicines solidified my bleeding limbs. At the same time, a warm current flowed through my body, and consciousness gradually cleared."

"But since I didn't have a strong desire to survive at the time, I just lay down in the snow and buried my face in it."

"You held my whole body in your arms and covered me with your white robe. Then I heard the first words you said to me."

Jiang Jianxin blew the tea leaves floating on the tea soup and listened to Zuo Siquan say:

"...You said all the suffering is over, you came to take me, and I must live well."

The afternoon sun shone on the face of the long-haired girl in front of me. Her chestnut hair was shining with tiny rays of light, and her eyes were also sparkling with bright light.

Jiang Jianxin then realized that she might be crying.

"...Then you wrapped me in a robe and took me to an abandoned building. I don't know where it is. You said the asylum knew I was alive and was hunting me everywhere. Only in this building would I be safe."

"I listened to you and stayed in the building. Because I had no limbs or tongue and was very weak, you folded a dozen little paper figures to take care of me and came to see me every day."

"Every day at dawn, I could always hear your footsteps coming up the stairs. The rubbing sound mixed with the hem of your clothes wet with morning dew was the only definite mark of that period of time."

"I can't move my body, and I have nothing else to do. All I can do is stare at the mottled shadows on the ceiling all day long."

"When dusk dyes the walls amber, my thoughts can penetrate the floorboards, outlining the thousands of peach trees outside in the void. Watching the flying catkins all over the city wrapped in the warm skylight, it is as if I feel the spring breeze."

Zuo Siquan showed a bitter smile. Everyone knew that her talent [Big Dreams] was so terrifying, but few people knew that every daydream she had was a reappearance of her fantasy at that time.

She had once stared at the ceiling, relying on her willpower and fantasy to get through spring, summer, and winter. Now that she saw the real reality, it felt like a dream.

Seeing Zuo Siquan's depressed expression, Jiang Jianxin was silent for a while, then sympathetically changed the subject and said:
"So the building you were in...was it finally discovered?"

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