Chapter 1979: Chapter 1983: A Red Mole...
"I don’t care!" Staring at Luo Xiaoqian with eyes tinged with a hint of wariness, Leng Zimo’s tone was domineering and stubborn, "No matter what, I have to take her with me!"
Taking a step forward, standing in front of Luo Xiaoqian, Leng Zimo bent his face down, meeting her eyes with his gaze.
"Xiao Qian, I must take you away now. If we wait any longer, it might be too late. Maybe you don’t remember who I am, but it doesn’t matter, I’ll make you remember. For now, just come with me, and once we leave here, I’ll explain everything to you!"
Grabbing her hand, Leng Zimo strode towards the door.
Luo Xiaoqian flung his hand away, "Who are you, really?!"
"I can’t tell you now." Leng Zimo frowned as he looked at her, "I can only tell you that I’m the person in this world who cares about you the most."
The current "he" is already dead, and before taking her away from here, he couldn’t tell her who he was; otherwise, if anything happened, he would cause the death of Leng Zirui.
An unfamiliar person, just like that, wanted to take her away. How could Luo Xiaoqian possibly believe him?
"Then why don’t you even dare to let me see your face?!"
"There is a reason for that, Xiao Qian."
"What reason?"
Leng Zimo found himself unable to respond, gazing at her face, his eyes swept over the necklace sparkling around her neck, and suddenly he had a brainwave.
"The necklace around your neck holds a key, doesn’t it?!"
Luo Xiaoqian lowered her head, glanced at the necklace tucked securely in her clothes, then looked back at him, "How do you know?"
"Height 167 centimeters, weight four days ago was 48 kilograms, you have a child in your belly, just over two months, and there’s a scar on your right pinky finger... If you don’t believe me, you can look for yourself."
Luo Xiaoqian raised her right hand, looked at her pinky, and sure enough, there was a scar, left from a blade hidden in the piano that cut her when she participated in the ’Huaxia Idol’ contest five years ago.
"I don’t just know these things, I know everything about you, your measurements, your favorite tastes, how you like to sleep hugging something... and..." Leng Zimo’s gaze fell on her right chest area, "I also know there’s a red mole there..."
Luo Xiaoqian’s face grew hot, and she instinctively hugged her arms, "You... who are you, really?!"
"I’m the person in this world who knows you the best!" Leng Zimo looked at her affectionately, "I absolutely won’t hurt you. Don’t you want to know which door that key can open, what’s behind that door?!"
Leng Zimo reached out his hand to her, "Come with me, I’ll help you unravel all the mysteries, who you are, what you’ve been through... Everything, I’ll tell you."
His hand was extended into the air, it was a large hand, with fair skin, and long fingers.
His eyes were bloodshot, noticeably showing fatigue, yet they were filled with hope.
His gaze was so affectionate, as if, in this world, under this sky, his gaze would pause only for her.
...
Even though she didn’t know what he looked like, and didn’t know who he really was, she felt an inexplicable trust in him. She believed he recognized her; otherwise, how could he know about her scar, her necklace?
Even that red mole, although at this moment she herself couldn’t be sure if it existed, his eyes, Luo Xiaoqian felt, didn’t seem to be lying.
