Suddenly, a force pushed her to the other side, and she staggered to the side, falling to the ground.

The delicate skin on the palm of my hand was scratched by the rough concrete floor, and my thoughts began to beat. The pain in my body could not keep up with the jumping thoughts.

She watched the car stop. People around her were talking loudly and discussing. The huge car body blocked everything. She couldn't see Ding Yiyi and didn't know what happened to her.

"Yiyi?" She murmured absently, tears streaming down her face, and the past scenes played in her eyes like a movie.

She cried loudly and climbed up. With her high heels in her arms, she simply took them off and ran towards the car, "Yiyi!"

A person slowly stood up from the side of the car. The car braked suddenly and did not hit Ding Yiyi. However, when she pushed Song Mengjie away, she collided with the car and fell heavily to the ground.

When she was dazed, she was hugged by someone, whose body was trembling all the time, "I'm sorry, I don't want you to die, I really don't want you to die."

"Mengjie?" Ding Yiyi felt that the bruised area on her back was being pressed heavily, so she had to grin and wanted to remind her, but the other party seemed to be in a fearful mood and just kept apologizing.

The driver, an old Chinese lady, said that he would take them to the hospital and then call the insurance company.

"No, I'm fine, you can go." Ding Yiyi waved the other person to leave, and then coaxed and dragged Song Mengjie back to her hotel.

In the hotel, she poured her a glass of water, "It will make you feel better if you drink some water."

When Song Mengjie took the water, she saw the scratches on her hands, and her voice choked up again, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"I know you didn't mean it. You see, I'm fine, right?" Ding Yiyi comforted her softly.

The atmosphere was silent. Ding Yiyi knew that today was obviously not a good time to talk, so she was about to leave, but was stopped, "Can you stay with me for one night today?"

Song Mengjie smiled bitterly, "Although you don't remember, we used to sleep in the same bed, sometimes chatting until morning, and then go to have breakfast together while staring at panda eyes."

Her eyes were full of memories of the past and the fragility of the present, making it difficult for anyone to reject this woman who was as fragile as glass.

Ding Yiyi agreed, and after talking to Edward again, she stayed in the hotel.

Song Mengjie never mentioned what happened at Edward's house today, and begged Ding Yiyi affectionately to go shopping. The two of them wandered around the mall as if nothing had happened.

At night, Song Mengjie brought her a pillow and said, "You used to like a higher pillow when sleeping. I told you that this is not good, but you just can't change it."

"I'm used to using a low pillow when I sleep now," Ding Yiyi said.

She was stunned, then nodded with a wry smile, "Yes, you are Emily now, not Ding Yiyi." She turned around and changed Ding Yiyi's pillow, and then she climbed into bed.

Ding Yiyi was a little uncomfortable. After all, she had no memory of Song Mengjie, and it felt strange to have to sleep with him all night.

Song Mengjie seemed not to notice her embarrassment and continued: "We used to talk about what we wanted to do when we were young, and you said you wanted to be a jewelry designer."

"Did I say I wanted to be a jewelry designer?" Ding Yiyi asked in surprise.

She nodded, "You and Aoxue both chose jewelry design, but her achievements are a little better than yours."

"Does the thing I designed look good?" Ding Yiyi asked excitedly. It felt very strange, as if two unrelated people were connected because of one thing.
Chapter completed!