157 The Real Song Nianmu (2/2)

”I called Nian Nian after that, but no one picked up. I went to her school to look for her, but her classmates said they saw her leave after making a phone call one hour ago. I went to look for her at the restaurant and at home, but I couldn't find her anywhere.”

”I started to believe in that phone call. So I prepared one million yuan and waited for the kidnapper to call to exchange for Nian Nian. I didn't care about the amount of money, I only wanted Nian Nian to come back. But the kidnapper never got back to me.”

”Don't you think it's laughable? I'd already prepared the money. I never thought of calling the police, I only wanted Nian Nian to come back safely. But the police came to find me of their own accord, they said that they found a few male bodies in a basement in the downtown area a few days ago, the autopsy report said that they died from gas poisoning. The basement contained a lot of information on us, and also a broken rope.”

”I asked where Nian Nian was. Do you know what they said? They said they didn't know where she was.”

Han Liang probably had not had such a good talk with someone for a long time. He kept talking quietly, and Xia Qingyi listened in silence.

”They said that Nian Nian's situation looked grim. There was a big pool of blood in the room and when they checked it, they found out that it was Nian Nian's.”

Xia Qingyi said, ”So you kept on searching like this?”

”Actually, your mother kept saying that Nian Nian was already dead. The police contacted me two months ago, and said that they had found Nian Nian's body. They said that it was an accident. Nian Nian fell into a very deep ditch when she was escaping. She already had some injuries on her body, and there was no-one around to save her, so the blood loss was too great.”

He stopped and did not continue talking. He seemed to be immersed in the past, so Xia Qingyi decided to soothe his emotions and change the topic and asked, ”Then what about me? How did I lose my memory?”

After hearing Han Liang speak so much, Xia Qingyi realized that there was not a single piece of information about her for these past six months. She could not really understand it. She thought something had happened to her at the same time as Song Yuenian, but after hearing what Han Liang said, it did not seem like it.

Han Liang looked at her, and said a little exasperatedly, ”Actually, I don't know how you lost your memories. I only met with you once, and it was on the street that day.”

Xia Qingyi's eyes widened. This was rather astounding.

”When I was young, there was only Nian Nian left when I met her. I only heard about it before that Nian Nian had a twin sister who had passed away in an accident. After that, when I accidentally met you on the street, I went back to question them, and only then they realized at that time that you were not dead.”

Xia Qingyi felt more and more confused, unsure how things had become like this.

”Two years ago, your mother wanted to bring you back, but you refused. You said that you were no longer with them, that you were doing well, and that you no longer wished to see them.”

Xia Qingyi was suspicious about the credibility behind his words.

Han Liang seemed to see that she did not believe him and said, ”Actually, I didn't believe it as well two years ago. How do I say this? I only saw you once, but I could see the hostility in your eyes immediately. The way you talk was also cold and distant, I couldn't even believe that you're Nian Nian's twin sister.”

He added, ”I'm actually not very sure about your circumstances. You left when you were 11, as for why I also don't know about it. Your mother probably knows the reason, you can go and ask her.”

A sudden realization came to Xia Qingyi. ”I'm talking about why I can only remember things from when I was young when I came back home with you.”

”You're different from when I met you two years ago. At that time, you were cold and distant, and you always looked sharply at me,” Han Liang recalled.

”Then... what about my name? My real name,” Xia Qingyi asked.

”Song Nianmu.”

Xia Qingyu repeated the words softly, her memories once again like strings of silk tangling within her mind.

”Except that you didn't seem to like this name two years ago, and you made us call you Lina.”

”Lina?” Xia Qingyi furrowed her eyebrows.

”Yup. You seemed like you didn't like us looking for you too. I remember that when I came with your family to see you, you told your family to take it as though they'd never seen you, and to treat Song Nianmu as dead. When we went to find you again after that, we discovered that you had changed your address and moved away. From then on we never saw you anymore.”

Xia Qingyi felt strange hearing him talk about the her from two years ago.

Was she really the person who he spoke of? Why did it feel different from her current self; could they have recognized the wrong person?