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The curtains were slowly drawn open, and the soft sunlight at 8 o'clock sprinkled on the bed, giving people the illusion of a peaceful life.

Song Weiyu opened her heavy eyelids and saw Han Guanshan looking at her with a faint smile.

His expression was very gentle, without any of the arrogance and fierceness that he had when they first met. This smile seemed to come from the past, making her lose consciousness for a moment.

"Why did I lose my memory?" she asked.

Why? Because he wants to get back the girl he grew up with.

"Qiqi, is it bad to have amnesia? Do you know where all the injuries on your body came from? All the injuries you have suffered in the past few decades came from the same man. If you hadn't met him, your life would not be so tormented."

She might shine on the stage, pursue the life she wants, or live an ordinary but happy life with him.

In short, it won’t be so difficult. There is no need to always escape reality by drinking.

Song Weiyu shook his head: "The man you are talking about, is his last name Fu?"

Han Guanshan's eyes darkened. "How do you know that he came to see you again?"

"He's all over the news right now, I think it's hard not to know."

Han Guanshan smiled. When Song Weiyu knew that he was trafficking drugs, he immediately went to him and begged him to turn himself in. He said that if he did not turn himself in, he would cut off all ties with him and they would be strangers for the rest of their lives.

Of course, she did manage to be a stranger to him later on.

How many times he had looked at her from afar at the street corner, wanting to approach her but being too timid. How many times she had clearly seen him, but her eyes had passed over him without any ripples, colder than a stranger.

What about Fu Haitang? If the same scene happened to this man, what would she do?

She would also be disappointed with Fu Haitang and would say to him without thinking: Should all drug dealers go to hell?

Han Guanshan stared at her curved eyebrows and asked softly, "Then you should know that he sells contraband, and as far as I know, he and his son traffic a large amount of contraband. With such bad behavior, don't you find him disgusting, Qiqi?"

There was no emotion in Song Weiyu's eyes. She sat on the bed, leaning against the pillow, looking back at him.

Then he told him word by word: "He will never sell drugs."

It's not 'I don't believe he would do such a thing', nor is it 'wait for the police's notification', but tell him the conclusion in a clear and practical way.

Even after she lost her memory, she didn't know Fu Haitang.

Han Guanshan suddenly felt very sad. He frowned slightly and looked into Song Weiyu's bright brown eyes, trying to see clearly whether the three words "Fu Haitang" were really engraved on her soul.

When they first met at the age of 18, she and Fu Haitang fell in love with each other at first sight as if destined.

Although she didn't dare to get close at that time, and Fu Haitang was arrogant and disdainful of bowing his head, every time the two of them met and bickered with each other, it was a perfect match that no one else could interrupt.

After suffering amnesia twice, she forgot everything completely, but her heart still beat fast at the first sight of him.

Even though she has the mentality of an 18-year-old and he is already middle-aged.

So is it true that she and Fu Haitang were destined to be together as engraved on the Three Lives Stone?

Not necessarily. Chen Fang had nothing, and Fu Haitang was annoyed for thirty years...

Han Guanshan stood up and walked out of the room. Today, let her and everyone else see how Fu Haitang was tortured by the contraband and became a monster.

Even if the police clarify the matter for Fu, once this video is broadcast and the bad media spreads it, won’t it become collusion between officials and businessmen?

In short, Fu’s stock has been hitting the limit down for many days.

The aftermath of such a farce will last for at least ten or eight years, or at most several decades.

Fu won't die at this moment, but he will definitely be seriously injured.

As for the bombs, they were a parting gift he gave to Fu Haitang before leaving the country. The amount of them was enough to destroy the interior of this historic landmark hotel in Beijing.

After that, he would take Song Weiyu away during the chaos, leave this city, and start all over again.

The door of the room was locked from the outside by Han Guanshan.

No one ever gave her the answer to why she lost her memory.

Song Weiyu sat quietly at the head of the bed and thought for a while. In fact, not everything needs an answer. Following your heart is the best answer.

She threw back the quilt, went to the bathroom to take a shower, blew her hair dry, and changed into a simple and elegant black dress.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled and said to her 18-year-old self: "The answer is not important, let's go find Fu Haitang, he will have a hard time today, let's go and accompany him..."

After putting on her shoes, she picked up the hammer she had hidden ahead of time and started smashing the door handle.

After knocking twice, her mind was shaken and it seemed...she had also knocked on some door before, right?

Just as he was about to hit it harder, he heard the sound of rapid footsteps at the door.

She listened closely to the door and heard someone open it for her.

"Mrs. Fu, Han Guanshan has already left the building, please follow us!"

The guy at the door showed his police ID.