The bubbles on the screen prompted the sleepy Rong Tian to wake up completely within almost one second.

The hand she held the phone was even trembling slightly.

Sitting up and leaning against the head of the bed, Rong Tian turned on the light at the head of the bed.

Pulling the quilt higher, she kept sitting, hesitating for two seconds, and still clicked on her inbox.

Sure enough, an email I just received was quietly lying in my inbox, and that address was exactly the one I had before. In fact, except for some advertising push and spam, there is only one truly effective communication email in this email.

So much so, Rong Tian even suspected that the application for this email address was purposeful and was only used for the contact between the two of them, and the others did not know the address at all.

She bit her lip hard and clicked on a new email.

As expected, there are still dozens of words and a few sentences. This person seems to never talk about it in a long way. His words are always concise. Even because they are too concise, they can smell a cool and light smell through the screen.

However, only those who have read these words carefully can realize that under the coldness and sluggishness of the surface, he must have the most passionate heart.

I thought I would die.

But I didn't.

Between life and death, between heaven and earth, the person I love the most is you.

The three lines of words made Rong Tian’s eyelids twitch.

She looked at the delivery time again, a minute ago.

If it is normal, a person will not immediately log out of the email after sending an email, and at least he will linger for a while.

Understanding this, Rong Tian almost trembled her fingers and replied to the email as quickly as possible.

Who are you?

She sent out three words and one punctuation in almost a few seconds.

However, one minute passed and two minutes passed, but the other party did not respond at all.

If it weren't for confirming that this was not a prank based on the address of the email, Rong Tian would almost have thought that the other party had sent the wrong person. Therefore, after she replied, she was like a rock sinking into the sea and had no response.

Her eyes were fixed on the screen, hoping to get his reply.

Half an hour passed, and the bedroom was silent, with only soft lights accompanying silently.

The screen of the phone was blacked out again and again. Rong Tian suppressed her anxiety and lit it again and again. Every time, she had hope and thought she would get a reply in the next minute, but she was just disappointed again and again.

Just when she was almost unable to resist sleepiness and was about to fall asleep while sitting, her cell phone suddenly rang again.

New email!

Rong Tian was shocked and woke up completely from half-dream and half-awake, almost throwing out the phone in her hand.

She opened her eyes wide, unable to suppress the ecstasy and tension in her heart, and clicked on the email.

I am me.

What is the answer?

What is "I am me"?

After waiting for a long time, is this the answer? It's too much!

The nonsensical answer almost made Rong Tian feel angry. She had been waiting for so long and had been fighting against the sleepy bug, but the other party had no intention of having a good conversation.

She wanted to turn off the phone directly and go to bed, but she couldn't stand the curiosity in her heart. After thinking about it for a few years, Rong Tian still replied again.

Don't avoid it, I just want to ask who you are. There is no malice.

After the sending was completed, she pondered for a moment, always feeling that the chances of the other party being able to reply to her were too small.

Therefore, Rong Tian had almost no hope and was ready to turn off the lights and go to bed.

Who knew that as soon as she put down her phone, the prompt sound actually rang out quickly.

He is really a weird guy who doesn't follow the common sense.

She picked up her phone and opened the email.

Then I also want to ask, who are you? There is no malice intent. Don’t avoid it.

It was obvious that the opponent once again, and skillfully kicked the ball back.

Rong Tian held the phone and suddenly had a somewhat evil thought in her heart. If this man was really Zhou Yang, then what kind of person was he? What kind of existence is he? For so long, he has been sending emails to this email intermittently. What kind of emotions are he holding? All of this has a fatal attraction to her.

Curiosity can kill cats and can also make a woman's courage expand to a terrifying level in an instant.

So, she typed a line almost like a prank.

I am Ye Yingning.

I thought he would be touched, so I replied immediately. Unexpectedly, after this time, there was death and no movement.

Rong Tian was unwilling to give up and woke up. She kept holding her cell phone. She was in a daze until dawn, and she could only sleep hard, but the quality was not good.

In the mist, she seemed to dream of a tall man wearing military uniform and extremely handsome.

When I woke up, my face was naturally bad.

So much so, during breakfast, Ye Yun and Feng Xuan were both frightened, thinking that Rong Tian was not adapting to the local environment, and were very worried that she would vomit and have diarrhea, which would affect her health.

"No, I just recognized the bed a little."

Rong Tian hurriedly explained, not wanting them to worry too much about themselves.

After breakfast, Feng Xuan held Rong Tian's hand and asked her to go to the study with her to see the old photos.

"When people get old, they like to take photos and also like to look through the photos from the past. Oh, so is your father. Since he came here, he always asked me to take photos for him. When he was young, he wanted to hide away when he heard about taking photos..."

Feng Xuan was chatting about home, asking Rong Tian to sit down, and then went to the bookshelf to move down photo collections.

She doesn't like using electronic photo albums. Every time she takes a photo she likes, she will still send it to the city to rinse it out, then record the time and place on the back of the photo and put it away in categories.

"Look, these are all brought by me from China. If you lose them, your father and I will cry to death. There are many photos of you when you were young, which are so beautiful."

Feng Xuan never thought that in fact, her daughter had become another person, and the one in front of her just occupied this body.

Despite this, Rong Tian still felt the maternal love she had never received before.

Ye Yingning grew up in an orphanage. What she longed for most since childhood was the happiness of the whole family and the love and concern of her parents. At this moment, although she knew in her heart that this was not her real parents, she was still extremely greedy for this affection and did not want to let go.

So she sat with Feng Xuan, looking over one by one.

Behind each photo, there seems to be a past, a story, the mother and daughter are very happy to read and talk.

Inadvertently, Rong Tian picked up another photo collection that looked very new.

Feng Xuan was wearing reading glasses. When she looked up, she saw that she had taken the initiative to get the album. Her face immediately changed. It seemed too late to stop her.

"Don't...that's not..."

It's too late, Rong Tian has opened.

She was stunned when she saw the photos inside

Because, the photos here were obviously taken on the day of marriage.

The bride sat on the bed in her parents' bedroom, allowing the stylist to take care of her hair. A few young sisters next to her surrounded her, and everyone was in joy.

The white wedding dress is hung in front of the window, stretching and swaying lightly in the wind.

The bride who changed into a wedding dress stood in the shadows, and was holy.

After leaving his parents' home, his parents' crying faces appeared in the camera.

Convoys, balloons, flowers...

Rong Tian understood that these photos were taken as a souvenir on the day Ye Yingning got married.

She turned back and saw a pair of newcomers.

When she saw the man's appearance, she couldn't help but gasp.

It was almost exactly the same as the man I dreamed of in the dream.

"Be good, don't read it anymore. It's all my fault. I forgot that I still have this book mixed in... Oh, I'll put it away now, I won't be upset..."

Feng Xuan looked at Rong Tian's expression carefully and said stammeringly.

It’s all my fault for being confused, why are you still keeping these things? She secretly blamed her for her carelessness.

"Mom, don't. I...I want to see it."

Rong Tian came back to her senses, grabbed Feng Xuan's hand, and a look of begging appeared on her face. Feng Xuan felt extremely distressed. When she moved her heart, she simply told the truth in her heart for many years: "Good daughter, mom knows that over the years, your marriage with Zhou Yang has been a knot in your heart. Your father and I also understand that you have no feelings for him. But isn't a woman's life a good destination? Zhou Yang is young and promising, and she is dedicated to you. We old people are conservative in their thoughts. At the beginning, we always thought that as long as we get married, the relationship between the two can be cultivated. Who knows... Oh, let's not talk, let's not talk..."

After hearing Feng Xuan's words, Rong Tian's face became paler and paler.

It seems that she really guessed it right, Ye Yingning’s husband is indeed Zhou Yang.

There are very few news about her. Of course, there should be many network promotion companies for the sake of clearing them. They can reduce or sink relevant information on the network for a fee. As long as they are willing to spend money, they will make the post disappear. She guessed that this should be what Chong Tiange did, in order to protect her now and to prevent some people with ulterior motives from connecting her with the past.

"Mom, then I..."

Rong Tian wanted to ask further, but Feng Xuan was obviously reluctant to talk. She quickly packed up the photos on the table, took a look at the time, and said it was time to have lunch, so she urged her to go downstairs with herself to have dinner.

Sitting next to the dining table, Rong Tianxin absent-mindedly playing the game on her mobile phone. The villain died again and again, and she couldn't pass this level.

At this moment, the new email that had not appeared for a long time actually arrived again.

How do you prove that you are Ye Yingning?

She stared at the screen, feeling a little angry, put down her phone, and ignored her.

After lunch, Feng Xuan went to the bedroom to take a nap.
Chapter completed!