Jiangshen's Xiao Zuojing is strawberry flavored

Chapter 99 Memories
Qiao Mian didn't care that her father didn't talk to her.

Her father has always been like this, he is used to it, and it doesn't matter whether he chats or not.

Qiao Mian pushed open the door of her room.

She put her cell phone on the bedside table.

The bedside table was empty, except for paper and a mobile phone.

Qiao Mian's eyes were full of dark and unclear emotions, as if recalling some unpleasant memories.

There used to be a framed picture on her bedside table.

That photo frame was placed in her room for a long, long time until it was taken down that day.

The photos in the frame are their family portraits.

She, her father, mother...and sister took pictures together in the back garden, everyone was smiling brightly.

But on that day a few years ago, everything was broken.

Her sister died in a car accident, and Qiao Mian became autistic.

The parents were distraught and couldn't accept this fact, and they were immersed in sadness all day long.

At that time, Qiao Mian would often stand at the entrance, seeing her mother, who wanted to maintain her image at all times, bursting into tears, while her father was comforting, with tears in his eyes.

It was also at that time that Qiao Mian truly realized that her sister had left her and would never come back.

No one will touch her head and tell her to sleep, and no one will take sugar because of her low blood sugar.

That day, Qiao Mian and her sister were taken home by the driver.

Qiao Mian was a little sleepy, so she rested her head on her sister's shoulder.

But just as she closed her eyes, she heard a piercing crash.

Qiao Mian's mind went blank, and she didn't even know what happened.

He only felt a great impact, and at the same time he was being protected in his arms.

The dust settled, and the surroundings were extremely noisy, with the screams of passers-by and the sound of ambulances sandwiched together.

The elder sister didn't seem to care about her injury, she just asked softly, "Is Mianmian okay?"

At that time, she clearly couldn't even hear the sound of the ambulance, but she heard her sister's words clearly.

She tried desperately to open her eyes to see her sister, but in vain.

When he woke up again, his eyes were all white.

Qiao Mian thought for a moment that she had lost her eyesight.

Seeing her open her eyes, the people next to her immediately stepped forward: "Xiao Qiao is awake?"

"How do you feel? Do you have a headache?" Mother Qiao spoke quickly.

For some reason, Qiao Mian could hear the feeling of the rest of her life after a catastrophe.

"I'm fine..." She opened her mouth, but found that her voice was hoarse, and she couldn't even pronounce the syllables.

Seeing this, Mother Qiao immediately helped Qiao Mian up and brought her another glass of water.

Qiao Mian didn't drink any water, but focused on the ward first.

My father is not here, and neither is my sister.

She and her sister have always been sisters, and their parents would not fail to think of who they most want to see when they wake up from a coma.

But the mother didn't even mention her sister's name.

Qiao Mian lowered her eyes and finished drinking the water in her hand.

Her pupils seemed to have lost their vitality, leaving only a pool of stagnant water.

After a while, Qiao Mian pursed her lips, "Where's sister?"

What she said was interrogative sentences, but there was no ups and downs in the ending.

My sister protected her in her arms, so the injury must have been as serious as hers, not to mention my sister is weak...

Qiao Mian tightened her grip on the cup.

Qiao's mother dodged her gaze, faltering: "Your sister..."

Mother Qiao's eyes filled with tears.

Qiao Mian's tone was close to stubbornness, and she paused every word: "My sister is just injured too badly, so she hasn't woken up now, right?"

Mother Qiao couldn't face the hope in her little daughter's eyes, but kept silent.

Qiao Mian also calmed down.

(End of this chapter)