Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

The waves are still flat and waves are starting again...

At this moment, Ye Zheng is caught in contemplation.

Many things are long gone from her control today, unlike the trajectories of previous generations.

In her previous life, until her death, she did not find her true identity, much less know that her memories were forcibly instilled...

Nor did the night cold of the previous life disappear, and he remained at Shi's house, nor did his second uncle Ye Shao 'an die.

However, in this world, with the more she changed herself, everything began to change very differently from previous generations, and this butterfly effect was not surprising.

In this lifetime, Ye Yip discovered the secrets of his birth, the mysterious disappearance of Shi Nightcold, and the brutal death of Uncle Ye Shao 'an...

Soon, Ye Zheng narrowed his mind and slightly locked his eyebrows.

Uncle Ye Shao 'an's death must be strange. Because of previous life's experience, Ye Xiao knew that Ye Shao 'an's body had always been very healthy, and this time, Ye Shao 'an died in his own bed...

Soon, Ye Zheng drove to Ye Jia.

Probably too many things happened in a row, and he had trouble sleeping, and Ye Zheng's head was always in a hidden pain.

When you go to a turn, your head suddenly cracks like it was stuck alive with a hammer.

It's like being punctured by a big hole in the head. Something bursts out...

A piecemeal, incomplete memory between the shafts seemed to emerge in the sky, thus pouring into the depths of Ye Shan's mind.

In this incomplete memory…

A little girl appeared in Ye Zheng's head, standing by the lake, not far from an extremely dignified old man.

“Grandpa... Grandpa... I want to see my mom and dad... when will Mom and Dad pick me up?” The little girl spoke in awkwardness.

“They're not coming.” The old man looked at the little girl and frowned.

“Why?” The little girl grieved.

'Cause they're dead. ”

“Liar... grandpa liar! Mom and Dad are not dead! ”

“Don't cry. Crying is the most useless thing. It's the behavior of the weak!” The old man shouted.

“Don't... hate Grandpa... I want Daddy... I want Mommy..." The little girl looked pitiful and sad, and the bean-sized tears crossed her face.

The old man's face softened, holding the little girl in his arms, "From today on, no one can tolerate you, protect you, you can only rely on yourself, you have to learn to be strong! Do you hear me?”

“Got it...”

Finally, the little girl grabbed the old man's palm with a clear grasp and didn't know where she was going.

At this moment, Ye Zheng's headache is cracked.

Although this memories emerged in the sky, Ye Zheng was able to determine that the little girl she remembered was herself… as a child.

And that very dignified old man is her grandfather...

Memorable scenes and architecture, all in Chinese style, look at the iconic sculptural architecture in the lake, should be a small town in S City.

In other words, from this fragmented memory, she and her grandfather are both Chinese.

You can tell from Grandpa that her biological parents are dead...

Ye Zheng had no idea that she still had such a dignified grandfather, and it was even more unexpected that her parents had already died...

As for how the parents died, she was not clear, and the memories, though very clear, were very brief and the information available was very limited.