Chapter 487: The Tiger Rests
Xing simply followed Chenglei who was dragging her along and the servants in their courtyard all scampered away with a wave of his hand. He wanted it to be just him and her for a while.
All the while Xing tried to remember if there was any indication previously, that he had remembered the past but she couldn’t remember clearly.
’Could it be that day when I got cured, he remembered too? But, why did he lie that day?’
Chenglei brought Xing inside their courtyard and opened the room even she was forbidden to enter. Leaving her by the door, he lighted the lanterns bringing brightness to that dark room.
As the golden light of the lanterns, brigtened up the room, Xing was flabbergasted as the entire room glittering. The entire room had everything in gold.
But Xing’s eyes fell first on a big painting hanging on the wall.
A little girl with raven black hair, wearing green, playing with a white tiger and cubs in pure white snow.
"Is that me?" she asked Chenglei who after lighting up the entire place, stood by her side. She knew it must be her, since who else could it be if not her to occupy this big a space in his room?
"It is me... When...? I look so little...," she grabbed his arm and asked all the while, her eyes, still on the painting.
’The painting is so pretty... I wanted to see how I look in his eyes before... And was I really that pretty? Am I really that pretty in his eyes?
But when did he see this? I don’t remember me playing with tigers when he was living with us,... I used to play with snakes since he got scared of it... So how..? He imagined it...?’
" Xing! You are crying," he wiped her face with his hands and hugged her. He couldn’t help but smile seeing her pouty face.