After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 13 Mr. Fox
When Wen Han left Xishan Mansion, Sang Shuwan was on the balcony on the second floor.

It wasn't until Jiang Ci Mu came upstairs and put a coat on her that she came to her senses.

"Mr. Fox, I feel like he's a little familiar." Sang Shuwan let Jiang Cimu hold her in his arms, staring at Wen Han's back as he left. "I feel like I've seen him somewhere before, but I can't seem to remember clearly. It's a really strange feeling."

She seemed to be mumbling to herself, and suddenly raised her eyes to look at Jiang Cimu, "Mr. Fox, do I know him?"

Sang Shuwan really had a good-looking face, especially her eyes. It seemed as if all the water in her eyes had been scooped up by her and transformed into stars in her pupils. Once one looked into them, one could not escape their gaze.

"I don't know the relationship between you and him." Jiang Cimu lied without changing his expression, and even hugged Sang Shuwan tighter. "Baby, if he occupies an important position in your past, I don't think you will forget everything about him, because the moment you opened your eyes on the hospital bed, you knew that I was your Mr. Fox."

He is always gentle and patient towards Sang Shuwan, and Sang Shuwan has accepted the way of knowing her past from him, so she has no doubts about Jiang Cimu at all.

After all, as he said, after Sang Shuwan woke up from the hospital bed, the next moment he saw Jiang Cimu, he blurted out "Mr. Fox".

"That's probably just an illusion of mine." Sang Shuwan stopped worrying about whether Wen Han knew her. Instead, she picked up the bell she had been fiddling with with great interest and waved it in front of Jiang Cimu's eyes. "Mr. Fox, this is a bell I made myself. Can I give it to you?"

Jiang Ci Mu stood in front of the carved windowsill. The sunlight shone through the mottled glass onto his well-defined face. His deep eyes were like twinkling stars in the night sky, and he looked at Sang Shuwan with doting in his eyes.

At this time, the shell of the bell tightly held in Sang Shuwan's hand was shining with a soft metallic luster, with some delicate patterns engraved on it. The bell tassel was woven with lavender silk thread, and a crystal clear bead was embellished at the end, reflecting colorful light in the sun. She raised her hand slightly and handed the bell to Jiang Cimu, looking at him with sparkling eyes, with an expectant smile on her lips, and said, "Do you like it, Mr. Fox?"

Jiang Cimu slowly turned around, his eyes fell on the bell, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He gently stretched out his hand, held the bell with his slender fingers, looked at it carefully, and exclaimed: "This is what you made, it's so beautiful." His voice was low and magnetic, like the melodious sound of a cello, and every note seemed to echo in the air. He raised his head and looked at Sang Shuwan, his eyes full of tenderness and pampering, that look seemed to be able to melt people.

Sang Shuwan watched Jiang Cimu praise the bell she made generously and put it away attentively, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart, just like the warm sun shining on her body in winter. During this period, although Sang Shuwan had lost her memory, she always felt an inexplicable uneasiness deep in her heart, like an invisible hand, tightly grasping her heart. The night was even more tormenting for her. Whenever darkness enveloped the earth, she would fall into an endless nightmare. In her dreams, she always ran desperately in a fog, but could not find a way out. She was surrounded by endless darkness and unknown fear. She often woke up from her dreams, her pajamas soaked with cold sweat, and her eyes were full of fear and helplessness.

After Jiang Cimu knew about it, he ordered the aunts who took care of Sang Shuwan to take more careful care of her daily life. Those aunts were dressed in neat maid outfits and had amiable faces. They would prepare nutritious meals for Sang Shuwan on time every day, clean the room spotlessly, and put a bouquet of flowers at the head of Sang Shuwan's bed, filling the room with a faint floral scent. Jiang Cimu also often came to check on Sang Shuwan's condition in person. Every time he came, he would knock on the door gently, then push it open and walk into the room with a steady pace. He would sit by Sang Shuwan's bed, hold her hand, and ask her softly about her feelings, his eyes full of concern. On a stormy night, the wind was howling like the roar of a demon. The big raindrops hit the window, making a crackling sound, and the deafening thunder seemed to tear the sky apart. Sang Shuwan was awakened by the thunder in her sleep. She sat up suddenly, hugged her shoulders tightly with both hands, and trembled. Her eyes were wide open with fear, her face was pale as paper, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Jiang Cimu happened to pass by Sang Shuwan's room. Hearing the noise coming from inside, his heart tightened and he hurried to the door. "Knock knock," he knocked gently on the door, then pushed it open and walked in. Sang Shuwan looked at the door in horror. When he saw the familiar figure of Jiang Cimu, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but the fear did not dissipate. Jiang Cimu saw Sang Shuwan's face full of tears, and his heart was distressed. His brows were slightly wrinkled, and his eyes were full of pity.

"Wanwan, don't be afraid, I'm here with you."

Jiang Cimu wanted to go forward to comfort her, but when he saw Sang Shuwan shrinking back in fear, he stopped and turned on the light beside him. The room instantly became brighter, and the soft light dispelled the dark haze. Sang Shuwan's heart gradually felt a little warm, but the tears in her eyes continued to flow, like a flood that could not be stopped. Her body was still trembling slightly, and her teeth were shivering unconsciously.

Seeing this, Jiang Cimu walked quickly to the bedside, bent down and picked up the blanket scattered on the floor. He shook the blanket gently, then quickly draped it over Sang Shuwan, wrapping her tightly. The soft and thick blanket made Sang Shuwan feel at ease. Then, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, on which his initials were embroidered. He gently raised his hand and wiped away the tears on Sang Shuwan's face with the handkerchief, his movements were gentle.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Jiang Cimu comforted Sang Shuwan. But the thunderstorm outside the window was still raging. Sang Shuwan panicked and grabbed Jiang Cimu's wrist, his fingers tightly clasped his skin, and said timidly: "I'm afraid of thunder." Jiang Cimu hurriedly walked to the window, stretched out his hand and closed the window forcefully, isolating the terrifying thunderstorm outside the window. Then he picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, and turned up the volume a little, until the sound of the TV covered the sound of thunderstorm outside.

"Is this better?" Jiang Cimu looked at Sang Shuwan, his eyes full of concern. Sang Shuwan nodded, her body gradually stopped shaking, and her emotions gradually calmed down. She raised her head and watched Jiang Cimu's face gradually appear clearly in front of her, and she was moved. She suddenly stretched out her arms, hugged Jiang Cimu tightly, buried her head in his arms, and said softly: "Mr. Fox, thank you." Jiang Cimu was a little overwhelmed by Sang Shuwan's sudden hug. His body stiffened slightly, but soon relaxed, gently hugged Sang Shuwan back, and said: "Silly girl, why are you so polite, I want to protect you."

Sang Shuwan was in Jiang Cimu's arms, but she was a little confused. She didn't understand why she often felt pessimistic when she had such a perfect person like Jiang Cimu by her side. She raised her head and looked at Jiang Cimu with a trace of confusion in her eyes, wondering if she had an unpleasant experience with Mr. Fox? But Jiang Cimu took such good care of her and was even willing to spend the rest of his life to take care of her, so how could there be a conflict between them? Could it be that Jiang Cimu concealed something in order to prevent her from recalling those painful experiences? She knew that Jiang Cimu often praised her for being smart, but what exactly were these things? She secretly made up her mind to spend some time to figure it out.

Jiang Cimu looked at Sang Shuwan's dazed eyes and sighed softly. He knew that Sang Shuwan was daydreaming again. He turned and walked to the door, and whispered to the servant outside: "Go and get a cup of warm milk." After a while, the servant came in with a cup of steaming milk. The cup was an exquisite bone china cup with elegant floral patterns painted on it. Jiang Cimu took the milk, sat next to Sang Shuwan, stirred it gently with a spoon, then scooped up a spoonful of milk, put it to Sang Shuwan's mouth, and said: "Come, drink some milk, you will feel better."

Sang Shuwan looked at Jiang Cimu, her eyes suddenly became firm, and she said, "Mr. Fox, you are so good to me, I remember it all. But, can you promise me something?" Jiang Cimu looked at her and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, Wanwan is becoming more and more independent now, and she is starting to let me obey you." As he said that, he put the milk on the table beside him. On the table was an exquisite vase with a few fresh roses in it. The servant respectfully took the plate and retreated.

(End of this chapter)