Chapter 1795: Emma, Is That You?

Chapter 1795: Emma, Is That You?

Ye Tingyun draped a coat onto her thin body. "Stay beside me, okay?"
"What about my revenge?"
"I'll repay you in whatever way you wish me to repay you," said Ye Tingyun. "If I owe you a life, I'll return you a life. If you spare my life… I will not lie to you again."
"You lie habitually. Your credibility is bankrupt to me." Ye Chu humphed coldly. "I keep dreaming recently. I dreamed of a girl's complete childhood. But I don't know what my relationship with her is."
"Who did you dream of?" asked Ye Tingyun.
"Emma." Ye Chu looked at him honestly without concealing anything. She paused after every word. "I dreamed about Emma. I dreamed that she called a young woman Mommy. I dreamed about the times she spent with you. You gave her a pearl once. She placed it in a doll's pocket, which was on a chest behind her bed. I dreamed that she was locked in a room. The fire burned her skin, her hair, her face inch by inch. She had been burned alive into an ugly monster…"
She paused. "It hurt. I felt very painful."
Ye Tingyun widened his eyes slowly and suddenly gripped his hand. Ye Chu's hand was as cold as jade, and she spoke as if she was narrating someone else's story. She tilted her head and looked at him smilingly. "Who do you.. think I am?"
Ye Tingyun almost crushed both of her hands. Her heart was raging and was completely blank. For a long time, his senses became numb, and his reactions slowed. The words in his ears became faraway and empty.
"You… "
"I'm not Emma. I know how I looked when I'm young. I was never burned either," said Ye Chu. "Then, I'm Emma's childhood playmate?"
"You already have an idea yourself?" Ye Tingyun's eyes reddened. His voice was hoarse yet restrained. "Do you?"
She suspected that she was Emma. Hence, she came back to seek her memories. She… Men should not cry easily unless it was something that truly saddened them. Was she his Emma?
His eyes became bloodshot, and his entire body was trying to constrain his mad elation, sadness, and pain. However, Ye Chu was much calmer than him. She did not kick up a fuss, nor did she cry. She merely looked at him silently and said coldly, "I can't remember, Ye Tingyun."
"It's alright." Ye Tingyun's cheek pressed against the back of her palm. A warm tear landed between her fingers. The man's huge body crouched at her knees, his shoulders trembling lightly.
"It's alright," he said. "As long as I remember."
All those memories are too painful for you. It's alright to forget them.
"Perhaps, I'm not Emma. Only… a bystander," said Ye Chu blandly. She could not even discern who was who herself. Hence, she returned to look for him.
Ye Tingyun could not say a single word. However, his heart said softly, It's alright, Ye Chu. It doesn't matter if you are Emma or not.
Before this day, he had never treated her like the eight-year-old Emma. But she had already been carved into his blood and bones.
"Help me," said Ye Chu. Her thick eyelashes trembled lightly. "I have lived for nineteen years without understanding anything. I want to know who I am, where I came from, where my home is, where my parents are, and if I have any relatives. In my dreams, there were people who were willing to sacrifice their lives for me. I'm not an unlucky child. I'm not a child whom no one loves."
"Okay!" Ye Tingyun pressed her into his embrace. "Ye Chu, no matter if it's in the past, or the present, or the future, you will be an adored, loved child."