Rebirth of the Revenge Queen

0The road ahead is very close to home. Somehow, the closer they got, the more they felt that this road was too short. They couldn't bear to part just like that.    

    

"Oh. . . " Looking at the street covered by the night sky, Zhang Ya looked left and right. Finally, she pointed to a Japanese iron plate and said, "We are almost home. Do you want me to treat you to supper?"    

    

"Wan Xinghao looked in the direction Zhang Ya pointed and nodded. He held the soft hand in his hand.    

    

Zhang Ya pulled him back and walked to the traffic light at the intersection. When the street lights turned green, they held hands and walked down the street.    

    

On the other side, a group of people was also walking through the street from the other side.    

    

"Eh? Isn't that. . . " A boy suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked at Zhang Ya who had just walked to another street. He slightly narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look to his side. "Lego, look. . . "    

    

"Hm?. " Yan Lecheng looked at the boy and then looked in the direction he pointed. A car passed by and blocked the shadow of the person who just passed by. "What?"    

    

"Forget it, forget it. " The boy put his hands in his pockets. "Nothing. "    

    

"There's still ten seconds left. Let's go, let's go. Hurry up. " Someone urged.    

    

Yan Lecheng also turned around and followed the crowd as they passed by the intersection in a hurry.    

    

On the other side, Zhang Ya and Wan Xinghao pushed open the door and walked into the iron panel. They sat down on the edge of the iron panel. After they ordered the order, they started to chat. If they said they were chatting, Zhang Ya would say something useless. Wan Xinghao either nodded or smiled. Or when Zhang Ya asked him what he thought, he used sign language to reply to her.    

    

If he met a sign language Zhang Ya could not understand, he would use a pen and paper to record it down.    

    

The atmosphere between the two of them was just right.    

    

"Although the Z City is not very big, whether it is politics, economy, or tourism, it can only be said to be average, but the prospects of the Z City are not bad. I also quite like it here. But if it's a university, I should still go out for a few years. "    

    

Wan Xinghao looked at Zhang Ya as he gestured with his hand and asked, "After marrying me, are you willing to follow me back to the capital?"    

    

"Huh?" Zhang Ya was stunned for a moment. "That, your sign language just now. Did I see something wrong?"    

    

Wan Xinghao curled his lips and wrote on the paper, "After marrying me, are you willing to leave Z City and return to the capital with me?" He paused for a moment and wrote, After marrying me, are you willing to leave Z City and return to the capital with me? Wan Xinghao looked up at Zhang Ya and continued to write, If you are unwilling, I can stay in Z City to accompany you.    

    

"Aren't you thinking too far?" Zhang Ya blinked. "We. . . We are now. . . " It did not seem like they were lovers yet. Wan Xinghao did not confess properly or anything.    

    

He shook his head gently and wrote Not far.    

    

"Let's not talk about this for now. " Zhang Ya put her hands on her cheeks and looked at Wan Xinghao. "What. . . What do you like about me?"    

    

"Wan Xinghao blushed and turned around with a smile.    

    

"Hey. Wan Xinghao asked. " Zhang Ya felt a little embarrassed when she saw Wan Xinghao's reaction. "No way, you. . . Tell me quickly. . . " After a pause, Zhang Ya added, "No, you have to answer me quickly. "    

    

Wan Xinghao thought for a while and took out an A4 paper from his backpack. He turned around and wrote it down before folding it and handing it to Zhang Ya. He drew a line and said, "Open it when you go back. I will feel embarrassed. "    

    

"Aiyo, you will be embarrassed?" Zhang Ya did not make it difficult for him. She smiled and put away the paper. "So mysterious. "    

    

At this time, the dishes were done the same way. The two of them also began to enjoy their supper.    

    

After eating the supper, there was no longer any excuse to delay. After sending Zhang Ya home, Wan Xinghao waved his hand and left.    

    

Sitting by the window and watching his figure gradually disappear, Zhang Ya's lips curled up. She really did not know what he liked about her.    

    

Her beautiful eyes turned and Zhang Ya took out the piece of paper from her pocket and opened it. On it were familiar words and a few short words were written.    

    

[Because I am me, and you happen to be you. ]    

    

. . . "" Her fingertips brushed across the words and the corner of Zhang Ya's mouth curled up.    

    

She even played a word game with her.    

    

Tsk.    

    

"He didn't even confess properly before saying that he was getting married. . . " Zhang Ya's face turned red. She really didn't think too much. Even if she confessed, she might not agree to it, let alone getting married. . .    

    

What a whimsical idea.    

    

Hmph.    

    

Zhang Ya's lips curled up as she folded the paper in her hand again. Her gaze sank slightly as she spoke softly. She muttered, "What if you are still you and I am no longer me?"    

    

Her thoughts drifted further away in this silent night, so far that Zhang Ya could not differentiate whether it was real or fake, reality or a dream. . .    

    

. . .    

    

"How is it? Is she dead?"    

    

"Not yet?"    

    

"Brother Zhang, what should we do next?"    

    

"We can't let her die. No matter what, we have to save her. . . "    

    

Like layers of fog, she couldn't touch it.    

    

"Little Ya, promise me that you will live on. Promise me that you will definitely live on. . . "    

    

"Little Ya. . . "    

    

A woman's voice seemed to come from afar. It was clear and ethereal.    

    

"Ah. . . " She pressed her palms against the temples on both sides of her body. The pain came in waves. The more she wanted to recall those fragmented fragments, the more painful her head felt.    

    

It was as if a rusted thread that was definitely going to pierce through the back of his head had been pierced through. It was as if the germinating bacteria were crazily multiplying and roaming in his brain.    

    

"Ah. . . " Zhang Ya gritted her teeth.    

    

[Hum. . . Hum. . . ]    

    

The phone rang in her pocket and dragged Zhang Ya back to reality.    

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"Hiss. . . "    

    

Taking in a breath of cold air, Zhang Ya felt as if her entire body was drenched from head to toe in a bone-piercing cold water.    

    

"Hey. " When she picked up the phone, Zhang Ya's voice was still somewhat weak. Her fingertips rubbed her temples, allowing her to recover from that memory that could not be considered a memory. As long as she did not think about her head, her head would not continue to hurt.    

    

"Your voice seems to be very tired. " Yi Lanyou looked at the information Long Tianqi passed to her and asked softly.    

    

"Nothing. " Zhang Ya lightly sighed, "What is it?"    

    

"Nothing. " Yi Lanyou said, "Xiao Fei is still in the hospital. I am worried that you will be afraid by yourself. "    

    

"Haha, when did I become so delicate? It's fine. " Zhang Ya smiled and said, "If you have something to say, just say it. "    

    

"Eh. . . " Yi Lanyou lightly sighed and said, "I really love and hate you. I can't hide anything from you in my heart. "    

    

"Haha. " Zhang Ya laughed heartily and felt that after chatting with Yi Lanyou for a while, the symptoms of headaches could be considered to have been completely alleviated and she felt much more relaxed. "Tell me, what's wrong?"    

    

"Do you remember the name of the orphanage you were staying at before you went home with Principal Yan?" Yi Lanyou asked.    

    

"Zhang Ya paused for a moment and frowned. "Why are you asking this?"