four

"What did you say? It's been so long," Young Master Xi casually asked when I walked back into the living room

The skill of face-changing is truly admirable

I held my breath, focusing intently on my recollections. Just as I seemed to be on the verge of remembering something, a hand took that strange flower from my grasp. My gaze followed the flower upward, directly into a pair of amber-colored eyes.

Lying in bed, feeling somewhat down, I pulled the quilt over myself and gazed at the moon outside the window. On this festival of family reunions, living alone in someone else's home, it would be a lie to say I am not lonely

In fact, this is not the first time I have had this dream. Whenever I am about to forget it, I find myself experiencing it again, as if it does not want me to easily forget.

Ah? I was taken aback for a moment, but then I quickly realized that he is the young master; such matters should not trouble him, especially since he appears to be in very poor health.

Who? I couldn't help but feel a bit curious. Previously, in the garden, he had asked whether he had seen me somewhere before, and now he says I resemble someone. Who could this person be that he has seen who looks like me?

He gently shook his head and did not answer my question

On this night, I had a dream in which the sorrowful sound of the piano echoed endlessly. The whole world was covered in snow, and I walked barefoot on the snowy ground, not knowing where I came from, nor where I was going.

Something seems to be trying to break through the door of my heart and escape

After having breakfast brought by the maid, I waited for a while, calculating that Xiao Chen should be back by now, so I used the villa's phone to call home. The call was quickly connected, and I heard Xiao Chen's familiar voice on the other end: "Xiao Yao, why aren't you at home? The food in the refrigerator hasn't been touched much, where are you?"

Everyone has relatives and a place to return to. Although Aunt Song treats me as well as she does Xiao Chen, I still look forward to seeing my own family. I want to know why I became an orphan

It was a bookmark made of dried flowers, quietly lying in an open book. The flowers were peculiar, semi-transparent, resembling crystal. I reached out to pick up the bookmark and held it in front of my eyes for a long time, a vague sense of familiarity rising in my heart, as if something was on the verge of emerging, with fragmented images flashing through my mind.

You tell me! This time it's my turn to be anxious. Perhaps that person is my relative! I am an orphan and have never seen my own family. If you have seen someone who looks like me, she might be my mother!

"Have you seen this kind of flower?" At that moment, Young Master Xi's voice came from the doorway, "Have you seen this kind of flower?"

I have no memories of my relatives, could it be ... ...

Young Master Xi requires a nap after lunch, and the butler and maid seem to have gone somewhere.

"You can't dictate what I say," I replied irritably. "We agreed yesterday that someone would come to pick me up today, so you have to let me go. You kept me here all night, and you must have checked everything about me, right?"

Young Master Xi is sitting on the sofa reading a book, his expression just as it was during the day yesterday, exuding a sense of aloofness that keeps others at a distance, as if he were not the same person who played the piano last night

"That is not your mother," he said with certainty, "stop overthinking it."

After having lunch, Xiao Chen has not yet arrived. However, it is a bit far from home, and it will take some time for Xiao Chen to get here

There are no detours from here back to the attic where I live, so I found that room accurately

"Think carefully if you have seen this kind of flower somewhere before?" Young Master Xi squatted down in front of me. He was very close to me, close enough that I seemed to hear his breathing and his heartbeat. However, I soon realized that the heartbeat I heard was not his, but my own.

I do not know what is happening, but my heart is beating faster and faster with a "thump thump" sound

"Perhaps. " he said, "but no one has come to tell me that you have a problem."

I asked Butler Chen for the address here, reported it to Xiao Chen, and after chatting for a while, I finally hung up the phone

"You resemble someone very much," he said softly

After walking for just over ten minutes, I found myself seemingly lost. It is all due to the size of this villa, which resembles a maze, with roads leading in all directions.

However, at that moment, something caught my attention

He seems unable to do without medication; after every meal, he must take his medicine after resting for a while. Here comes Butler Chen again with the medication.

I casually pushed open a door and discovered that the room was filled with numerous bookshelves, all of which were lined with books. By the window stood a writing desk, accompanied by a high-backed chair in front of it. This must be a study.

Everywhere, there are strange flowers blooming like crystals. In this entire world, there is only me, only snow, and only the solitary footprints I leave in the snow. The place I came from is a haze, and ahead lies a vast expanse of white snow.

I do not have the habit of taking a nap. Feeling utterly bored, I decided to wander around the villa to see if I could discover something interesting

"Why are you so sure?" I turned to look at him, feeling inexplicably angry. He did not answer my question for quite a while, and I said irritably, "If you won't say anything, then forget it! I'm going to sleep, good night!"

After having dreamed all night, I woke up feeling extremely fatigued. After freshening up, I changed into the clothes I wore yesterday and was taken to the living room by Butler Chen

I am beginning to suspect that he has a twin brother. However, that does not make sense, as he showed no signs of surprise when he saw me last night, so he is indeed Young Master Xi.

Having walked for a while, I felt somewhat tired, so I walked over and sat down on a chair. The desk was piled high with many books, and I casually picked one up; it was "Gone with the Wind." I leaned over the writing desk, engrossed in reading, when my arm accidentally knocked over another book on the desk. I turned the "Gone with the Wind" book face down on the table and crouched down to pick up the fallen book.

I shook my head in confusion. There was no memory of such a flower in my recollection; I should not have seen this flower before. However, the sense of familiarity grew stronger, and a certain unfamiliar emotion began to spread, heavy and burdensome, making me feel somewhat uncomfortable inside

With such thoughts, I drifted into a hazy slumber

I am outside, come pick me up quickly! Hearing his voice, I felt an urge to cry