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Chapter 471

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Country A, Gu Residence.

The morning sun shone in through the window. The girl who was unconscious on the bed frowned in pain and murmured weakly.

"… Fu Hancheng."

The maid guarding by the bed saw that she was about to wake up and immediately opened the door to inform the people outside.

After a long time, she finally opened her eyes with difficulty.

She wanted to get out of bed, but found that her whole body was weak and weak. Just sitting up was strenuous and she was sweating profusely.

She looked around the familiar yet strange room and was in a daze.

She was very familiar with everything in this room.

It was how her room looked like in the past. The furnishings, the color of the curtains and the decoration style of the room were all European-style.

But all these had left her long ago. Why were they appearing in front of her now?

Where … was this place?

She remembered that she had met up with the bodyguards sent by Fu Hancheng at the hotel and was about to leave the hotel downstairs.

Then, the bodyguards were shot. She took the bodyguards' guns and killed one of them. Then someone else appeared and held a gun to the back of her head.

Then … when she woke up, she was in this place that looked like the Gu Residence.

Just as she was looking around, trying to figure out where she was, the door to the room opened.

A man in casual clothes walked in and stood by the bed, looking at her.

"You're awake."

Gu Weiwei looked at the man in front of her in a daze. "… Gu Siting?"

Why was Gu Siting here?

Damn it, where the hell was she?

Gu Siting stood by the bed with an elegant smile on his handsome face.

Gu Weiwei looked confused. "Where … is this place?"

Gu Siting replied, "The Gu Residence."

Gu Weiwei looked at the familiar surroundings in a daze and then looked at Gu Siting who was standing by the bed.

Suddenly, she had a terrible illusion. She had a very, very long dream.

In the dream, she had died and become another person.

She had met Fu Hancheng, she had fallen in love with him and wanted to marry him …

Then, she woke up from the dream.

She was still in the Gu family. She was still Gu Weiwei …

But that dream was so real, so real that whenever she thought of Fu Hancheng's name, her heart would be filled with endless sweetness and gentleness.

"… Fu Hancheng."

"You will never see him again, and he will never find you again," Gu Siting said.

Gu Weiwei was shocked. It wasn't a dream. It was all real.

She was no longer Gu Weiwei. She was Mu Weiwei.

She forced herself to calm down and recall everything that had happened before she lost consciousness.

"You were the one behind the hotel attack?"

Gu Siting sat down on the sofa and said calmly.

"I didn't participate. I only made a deal to get you from those people."

Gu Weiwei's breathing trembled slightly as he gritted his teeth.

"Isn't it enough for Mr. Gu to have Movie Queen Ling? You want to snatch another one from someone else?"

Gu Siting looked at her from afar. It was as if he was looking at her, but also as if he was looking at someone who didn't exist.

"Because you look so much like her, my sister, Gu Weiwei."

"Not only do your names sound like her, but you also look like her when you play the piano and your voice when you talk. Even your eyes are becoming more and more like her."

….

Gu Weiwei's breathing trembled as he heard Gu Siting's words. He could guess what was on Gu Siting's mind.

"Fu Hancheng will not let you go if he knows."

Gu Siting picked up the remote control on the table and turned on the TV in the room. The TV was broadcasting the news of the terrorist attack in F country.

He walked closer to the bed and said.

"In his eyes, you are already a dead woman."

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