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Zhuo'an looked at his cloudy eyes and coaxed him with a warm voice: "Nightmares can easily be confused with reality. If Aning thinks that it is a fact that happened, he should have confused it."

He knew clearly that Qing Ning had already recovered most of his memories, but he still deceived him with such clumsy lies to maintain the facade of peace that was about to collapse.

He knew very well that until Qing Ning found out the truth of the matter, he would not openly reveal the fact that he had recovered most of his memory.

Qingning's eyes flashed, and a pure and innocent smile appeared on her lips: "Lord God is right, it was me who confused nightmares and reality!"

Both of them knew the reality of the dream, but neither of them wanted to tell the most practical truth.

The black and white chain symbolizing good and evil turned into dark color at this moment, leaving only the little bit of white struggling to support it.

And that white color is precisely because of the existence of Zhuo'an...

If Zhuo'an is gone, the black color that represents evil thoughts will swallow up the remaining faint white without hesitation.

"Go and wash up first." Zhuo'an rubbed his head, "There is rice porridge I stewed in the pot downstairs. You should be able to drink it directly after you finish washing up."

"After breakfast, I'll take you outside to get some fresh air."

Qing Ning suppressed the darkness in her eyes and nodded obediently.

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The air outside smelled much better than the smell in the trash can when he was born. Qingning greedily smelled the smell that was particularly fresh for him, and his eyebrows relaxed slightly, with a more sincere smile.

Zhuo'an saw that he was rarely relaxed and gently held his hand.

Qing Ning lowered her eyes and looked at the hands of the two people that were gradually intertwined. Her heart, eroded by evil thoughts, inexplicably wanted to watch this white hand bleed.

He shook his head, trying to ignore those overly dangerous thoughts.

Zhuo'an noticed that the look he just looked at him was particularly scary. He had no doubt that his Aning actually wanted to kill him just now.

He sighed lowly and covered Qingning's hand with his warm palm: "Aning, you actually remember a lot of the past, right?"

"So in the past that you remember, do you still remember what you experienced before I met you?"

He knew that such questioning might tear apart the false peace between the two, and he also knew that it would stimulate Qing Ning's incomplete memory.

But this is the only way to untie Qingning's knot.

He must clearly understand the past that he is unclear about, so that he can lead Qing Ning to untie the knots in his heart one by one, and prevent Qing Ning from falling into the abyss of evil thoughts again and being judged again.

"If An Ning doesn't want to say it, forget it."

"Lord God, do you want to know about my sordid past?" Qing Ning grabbed his sleeves and looked up into his light eyes: "About my disgusting garbage past."

"You are not trash!" Zhuo An hugged him in his arms, his eyes turned red at this moment: "You are my best An Ning..."

Qingning tilted his head, as if he didn't quite understand what was causing his inexplicable sadness, but he did not reject Zhuo'an's request.

"If God wants to know, I can tell you everything I remember."

He sat on the grass, leaning against Zhuo'an, and slowly recounted his memories that even he himself found disgusting: "I don't know how many times I was born, but in my memory, every time I was born... Appearing in a smelly and disgusting garbage dump."

"Every time I regained consciousness in the garbage heap, no one was willing to help me, so I pushed aside the garbage on my body and crawled out of the dirty garbage heap."

"People gathered around me because of my weird way of birth, and looked at me with all kinds of eyes at this alien who crawled out of the garbage."

"I looked at them with a smile, but they treated me like disgusting garbage. They hit me with all kinds of things, including rotten vegetable leaves, muddy stones, rusty knives...

I can’t remember how many things I have experienced, nor how many ugly wounds I have on my body. "

He took a breath and continued: "After they discovered that I would not resist, they began to vent their malice to me unscrupulously.

They used me as a trash can for emotional catharsis, despised me, cursed me, and even stabbed me with a knife and watched scarlet blood flow out.

When I don't have a clear understanding of emotions, I can feel that I am uncomfortable, but they say that garbage like me should bear this, and this is where I belong. "

"My first death was on a very cold day. I was shivering from the cold and got a little closer to a brick kiln where bricks were being fired.

They asked me to go in to get bricks, but I didn't want to, so they pushed me into the brick kiln. I remember that day was the hottest winter I had ever experienced, because I watched myself being burned to ashes in the fire. .

I looked towards them in the firelight and saw only their ferocious smiling faces. "

He took the initiative to help Zhuo An wipe his tear-stained eyes and continued: "My second death was in a very hot summer. A beggar came to me and tricked me with half a steamed bun and asked me to steal steamed buns. He said that this way we could all eat delicious food. I listened to him and took the initiative to steal the buns, but was caught and had an arm and a leg broken."

"The little beggar said that I was useless and asked me to walk with him into a dark alley. In such an alley, I was disemboweled and all the useful organs were dug out. Only an empty body was left lying there. A popular alley.

Before I died, I looked at the expressions of joy on their faces and wondered why they were so happy. "

"My third death was on a gloomy and rainy day. When I was born, my eyes were stabbed with a sharp weapon. According to others, it was a man in a white coat."

"He took a scalpel and cut open my skin again and again. He placed various insect eggs under my skin. He looked at my face that became ferocious under the action of the insect eggs, and watched the insects in my body. My blood vessels were squirming, and my skin was cut open again, and the bugs mixed with blood were taken out."

"These bugs grew over and over again in my body and were dug out over and over again. He took a fancy to my ability to heal myself, until my body was almost gone after being devoured by these bugs."

"As I was dying, I looked at his crazy face and began to reflect on how much happiness my death would bring to others."