A second before he turned off the TV,I saw a woman in a white wedding dress. She had the same face as me. The ho,called out her name,Song Jiayin.
Song Jiayin,why are you so familiar?
Who was she? Why was she the same as me?
No matter how slow I was,through that person's TV-related actions,I knew that this matter had something to do wi,me. He did n' t want me to see it.
Was he afraid of awakening my memory?
My head hurt so much that it was about to explode. That person pulled me into the bedroom. Although he was drunk,he was still very strong. I couldn't get away from him and was thrown onto the bed by him. I heavily kowtowed once more.
I no longer had the streng,to fight him. I covered my head and fell on the bed,groaning.
A few blurry images flashed pa,my eyes like a flash of light
