If the Deep Sea Forgets You

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The surrounding quietened as Xia Qingyi's head started to hurt. She could see her twelve-year-old self standing by the road, staring at a silhouette that kept walking further and further away. She walked alone on the empty road, as the sounds of her wanton crying and the howling wind rang in her ears. She could no longer see the silhouette in the distance and she cried louder. Suddenly, she heard someone shouting from behind her. She turned back and saw the woman that she had met earlier.

It was obvious that she was younger than she was now. She was wearing a yellow dress and ran over to hug her as she said, "Let's go home. Let's go home."

This was the first time she had contact with her memories from the past.

It was very clear to Xia Qingyi that they were her real memories and not what Han Liang had showed her with the photo, not what Xiao Mei had told her, and definitely not what she had carelessly assumed to be her memories.

It was a real and painful memory that belonged to her.

"Nian Nian… Did you… remember something?" Han Liang asked after a long silence.

Xia Qingyi had gotten out of the emotional hysteria as she wiped away the tears on her face. "It's okay. I just have a headache that's hurting really bad."

"Let's go into the house then. I'll get some medicine for you. You often had headaches when you were young too." the woman spoke.

Xia Qingyi glanced at her once, though she did not say anything as they pushed her into the house. Before she had entered, she turned to look at Mo Han, only to see his cold eyes.

Xia Qingyi knew that Mo Han had understood the emotions she had felt earlier.

The sense of familiarity strengthened after she had entered the house. Xia Qingyi breathed harder as she looked left and right at the dark purple curtains, the piano that had a pure white silk cloth covering it and the traditional wooden floor. Her legs lost strength. She was about to fall as she could no longer support herself.

"Are you alright? Nian Nian?" Han Liang asked.

Xia Qingyi shook her head as she supported herself with the edge of the sofa in the living room. She continued to observe the place.

From the familiarity she felt, Xia Qingyi could confirm that she must had stayed here for a very long time, though she still could not remember the stories that had happened in this house.

She was all too familiar with the objects, as they overwhelmed her senses. Her memories, however, were still a blank, as if they had turned invisible.

"Liang Liang had told me what happened to you. I know that you lost your memory, but it's okay even if you can't remember them. I just hope that you live well in the future." the woman said. She looked at Mo Han, who had been standing next to Xia Qingyi. She nodded and smiled. "You must be the person who had been taking care of Nian Nian when she had got injured. I'm really thankful."

Despite how cold his words were, Mo Han still smiled at her. "You're welcome."

Han Liang had unknowingly placed his hand on Xia Qingyi's waist. "Nian Nian, do you want to go and take a look at the second floor? Your room is upstairs. You might remember something."

Xia Qingyi would have noticed that he had placed his hand on her waist if she had been paying attention. This time, however, she only stared at the woman in front of her. She wanted to see if the parts of the woman's aging face overlapped with her memories. She had not noticed his actions, and naturally, did not stop him.

However, her actions had another meaning in Mo Han's eyes. No-one had noticed that his right hand behind his back had moved into a tight fist.

Xia Qingyi followed Han Liang to her bedroom on the second floor. There was a huge wedding photo hung above the bed. She was snuggling against Han Liang's shoulder while wearing a white wedding gown, as happiness shone from her eyes.

"Your mother had gone down to prepare some tea. She'll come up soon." Han Liang said as his phone started to ring. He took a glance, before he let go of Xia Qingyi's hand and said, "There are some issues at work. Take your time and look around. I'll be back as soon as possible."

After Han Liang was gone out, there were only two people left in the room. Xia Qingyi moved around the room as she looked at the interior design of the room. On the other hand, Mo Han had locked the door from inside after Han Liang had left.

Xia Qingyi heard the sound and turned to take a look. "Why did you lock the door from inside?"

Mo Han walked towards Xia Qingyi. "Do you remember now?"