Chapter 1000: Chapter 1000: A Face Never to Be Forgotten

“Zhenjiu, you should have come with Rong Shaoze’s group.”

Lin Xinlan smiled. Just as she turned her head, something suddenly crossed her mind.

As she was about to turn her head again, a handkerchief soaked with a drug tightly covered her mouth. She struggled for a moment, then fell into unconsciousness.

Lin Xinlan had a very, very long dream.

She dreamt of the time when Xiaocong was just born.

Becoming a mother for the first time, her heart was incredibly complex.

There was bitterness, grievance, happiness, and also gratitude.

Xiaocong grew day by day, clinging to her every day, asking who his father was.

Lin Xinlan tried hard to recall but just couldn’t remember who his father was, so she could only repeatedly tell him apologetically.

“Mama doesn’t remember.”

Xiaocong stomped his feet and said, “Mama, how can you not remember! Such an important thing, how can you not remember!”

Lin Xinlan felt deeply guilty; she really couldn’t remember.

Xiaocong continued to stomp his feet, very irritable.

Lin Xinlan looked at his angry face and suddenly said, “Your father seems to have a bad temper too.”

“Damn woman, you dare to say I have a bad temper, you actually forgot me! Hurry up and remember who I am!” A tall man suddenly appeared.

Lin Xinlan couldn’t see his face clearly, but upon hearing his angry voice, she instinctively shrank back.

“Who are you?” she asked in confusion.

“You damn woman!” The man squeezed through his teeth angrily.

She didn’t know who he was, and yet he was so angry?

Who on earth is this man, and why is he so fierce to her!

Lin Xinlan rolled her eyes at him, “I’m giving you a chance now, tell me, who exactly are you!”

The man tightly grabbed her wrist, furious, “I’m your son’s father!”

“How do you expect me to believe you?” Lin Xinlan remained skeptical.

The man suddenly pointed to the baby in her arms and said, “Look, he is the child we just had; he looks a lot like Xiaocong. Both he and Xiaocong look a lot like me.”

Lin Xinlan looked down, and sure enough, there was a child in her arms.

She stared at him intently for a while and suddenly laughed, “I’ve remembered, he’s my son, his name is Xiaotian.”

“And what about me?” the man asked her urgently.

“You?” Lin Xinlan’s mind was a blur. She shook her head and said, “I still can’t remember who you are.”

The man let go of her hand, deeply hurt. At that moment, she felt a sharp pain in her heart.

“How can you forget me, you can forget anyone but not me, do you understand!”

Hearing his sorrowful words, Lin Xinlan felt even more sad.

She strived to look at him, eyes wide open, looking hard, straining to see.

The blurred face in front of her gradually became clear, slowly revealing features.

Finally, she saw his face.

His face was handsome, a face she would never forget after just one look.

“I remember now… you are Rong Shaoze…” Lin Xinlan uttered in a hoarse voice.

Originally showing a look of joy upon seeing her awake, Rong Shaoze was stunned when he heard this sentence.

“Xinlan, what’s wrong with you?” He hastened to touch her forehead, puzzled why she would say such nonsense.

Lin Xinlan frowned, her mind gradually becoming clear.

“What’s wrong with me?” she asked in confusion, feeling as if something had happened.