As soon as I thought of this possibility. Nangong Qingyin's mind could no longer be calm.

There are no people in the world who are alike, but there will never be a degree of resemblance to the girl in the photo, unless the two are related by blood and are twins, and only this possibility can explain everything.

"I must ask my grandfather about this matter, but if I really have such a sister, why has my father never mentioned it to me?" Nangong Qingyin had all kinds of questions in his mind.

For more than 20 years, except for listening to my grandfather accidentally say that I leaked my mouth once, I have never heard of my sister at other times, but the girl in today's photo made Nangong Qingyin begin to believe this fact.

Looking at the girl who was almost carved out of the same mold as herself with a frown and a smile on the photo, Nangong Qingyin didn't have much joy, and muttered softly with a little gloom in her eyes.

"It turned out that the reason why he saved me was entirely because I believed in her and I, and the funny thing is that I thought it was the so-called love at first sight. At this time, Nangong Qingyin no longer had a trace of excitement and excitement in his heart to follow Emperor Ye back to the villa at first, and some were just lonely.

I fantasized about it for so many days, but in the end everything was just an illusory dream.

Although he didn't want to admit this, Nangong Qingyin still understood in his heart that he was just a substitute for the girl in front of him, and Ye Huang didn't see himself when he looked at him, he just saw his dead wife.

Looking at the word wind chimes written on the frame, Nangong Qingyin knew the name of the deceased girl in front of her.

"Wind chimes, what a nice name. Sister, if you really were my sister, you didn't think that one day we would fall in love with the same man, did you? ”

With a sigh, Nangong Qingyin glanced at the photo and finally turned over and prepared to fall asleep, but when she turned over, she found that Ye Huang was standing in front of the bed and looking at herself sadly.

"You...... Did you hear me?" Nangong Qingyin on the bed was startled when he saw Ye Huang suddenly standing in front of him, and then realized that what he just said might have been heard by the other party, and when he thought that the other party heard him say that he was in love with him, a crimson rose on his pretty face.

Regarding Nangong Qingyin's words, Ye Huang did not answer directly, but glanced at the photo of the wind chimes he placed in front of the table, and then bowed his head to Nangong Qingyin and said.

"Wind chimes are your sister, right?"

"I- I don't know, I'm just suspicious. Seeing Emperor Ye looking directly at him, Nangong Qingyin couldn't help but panic and said.

"Really?"

"Well, I'm not sure, because the family hasn't mentioned that I have a sister since I can remember, so I'm not sure. But I think it's actually very likely, why don't you ask when you send me back tomorrow?"

"Well, I also believe that if there is no blood relationship in this world, two people will not look so similar, sorry, I just scared you. Smiling, Emperor Ye said to Nangong Qing who was lying on the bed.

"It's nothing, in fact, I want to find out if I have a sister at all. ”

"Well, that's it, this is black chicken soup, you drink it, it's good for your body to recover. Nodding, Emperor Ye brought the black chicken soup he had stewed from the kitchen to the table and put it down, and said to Nangong Qing.

"Thank you. Staring at Emperor Ye, Nangong Qingyin said softly with a touch of inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

At this time, she didn't know how to define herself and the man in front of her who had only met twice but seemed to have known her all her life.

Brother-in-law, or stranger?

"It's nothing, you're sick, that's how it should be, drink it quickly. A smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and Emperor Ye helped Nangong Qingyin up and handed her the bowl.

Nangong Qingyin, who sat up, obediently picked up the black chicken soup handed over by Ye Huang, drank it one by one, wiped her mouth lightly, and then handed the bowl back to Ye Huang, but when she turned to look at Ye Huang, she found that the latter was already stunned, looking at herself with a pair of black eyes full of tenderness, as if she was going to melt herself, with a faint smile on the corner of her lips, full of tenderness.

"He treats me as someone else......" Seeing Emperor Ye like this, Nangong Qingyin was happy at first, but after a while, she came to her senses, and the man in front of her probably regarded herself as the sister in the photo, and a sense of sadness arose.

And at this moment, the distracted Ye Huang finally came to his senses, and after saying sorry, he took the bowl in the latter's hand, and then helped Nangong Qingyin lie down again and straighten out the quilt, then got up and walked out with the bowl, leaving a lonely back to Nangong Qingyin on the bed.

As if he couldn't bear this kind of depression, at the moment when Emperor Ye was about to step out of the room, Nangong Qingyin finally mustered up the courage to ask again.

"Am I really like her? In your heart, am I just a stand-in for her, and you saved me just because I am like her?

Although Nangong Qingyin's voice was not loud, every word was full of the meaning of solving, as if he had to ask Emperor Ye to tell him an answer.

Nangong Qingyin didn't like this feeling, a feeling of being a substitute, even if the girl in the photo was really his sister, he didn't like that he could only be a substitute for a deceased person.

After asking this sentence, Nangong Qingyin's entire body was instantly drained, she wanted to know a definite answer, but at the same time, she was afraid that this answer would disappoint her.

After speaking, she lay there a little helplessly looking at Ye Huang, with a little tears flashing in her beautiful eyes, as if she was about to cry.

She Nangong Qingyin has always chosen to show her strong side to the world, even if she is a weak woman supporting the entire Nangong family to move forward, she has never shown a trace of exhaustion in front of the world, let alone crying with tears now.

But in the face of the man in front of her, she couldn't do the usual strong posture, her weakness and helplessness were seen by the other party, as if she was destined to be a person, and she and he met at a meeting point that no one expected in this vast life road.

There is no joy of meeting the people you meet among thousands of people as mentioned in Eileen Chang's novel, and there is only an inexplicable sadness.

He hurt himself because he became a substitute, and he hurt his lover and never came back.

I and he shouldn't have met in the first place, but they finally met.